Tear It Up Lyrics - Symphony In Effect - Maestro Fresh Wes

[ltd] yo maestro, let's go. you ready man? 

[maestro fresh wes] yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready 

[l] yo, let's trash it up man. show all these suckers what time it is 

[m] aight 

[l] you know what I'm sayin', word. so here it is 

[m] let's get it over with 

[l] tear it up now 

[maestro fresh wes] 

Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin' 

One hundred dollar bills I'm unfolding 

Crowds are controling 

Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope 

But nope it's not stolen 

Words are forbidden, no I ain't kidding 

Check any damsel, maestro is ridden 

'nuff ammunition, capable precision 

Kill competition, like a religion 

Mcs I'm cussing, they ain't nothing 

Egos I'm crushing, asses I'm busting 

Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them 

Sucker I jack up, I don't rap up 

I tear it up! 

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done 

Too late to run, maestro is one 

You're no ruler to me 

You're more like a liar 

You're just a squire handing out flyers 

I am much higher, you're a low bidder 

Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger 

Nigga, ltd's an outstander 

Mc fresh wes, a mc commander 

Goto my show because I said so 

I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (ho) 

Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer 

I hold the mic you're rowdy like piper 

Hyperactive your rap is wack kid 

Don't even breath or I'll rip like jack did 

Helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut 

My boys are ice melters 

Well respected, dame's interested 

Bulls in bank, invested 

I tear it up! 

Hi, why, brother that's dry 

Drug free body and my rhymes are fly 

You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff 

I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff 

Won't cease my mic is my piece 

Use of the alter with the high priest 

Beast, bleak, your record is weak 

We bought to break it on the concrete 

I disregard it, ltd barred it 

We holds the mic, you're a target 

I tear it up! 

Party's packed, b-boys jumping 

Dames in the back, bumpin' 

Beats go boom, the sound's in tune 

Like hast to calhoun, we rock the room 

Pay's low, fortress of mold 

The frenzy will grow because I said so 

So, hell no this is def 

Hands be swinging from right to left 

Fresh wes, is in the flesh 

Ltd's on the set and it became blessed 

Wine, grind 'til the sunshine 

Bust the next rhyme, next time