Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Songtext

Chours:1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rockto the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hopput this in yo' collectionFresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsynI'm coming straight out of Canadafar from an amateurLT's my DJ, Flex is my managerI flow so nice so they're calling me the Maestrojust pass the microphonefuck the light showreal rap is in effectand I'm out to get wrecked on the mic-mecwhen I make a mic-checknot on the sloppy tipI'm harder than a hockey stickexciting niggas like Italian's in a Rocky flickAdrianwatch me flow slow or flow fastI'll even make a Spanish brother say no massI'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting youhold your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to youI can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspireshe's on my back like my name's Jacobey and Myer,(what's your name?)it's Fresh-Wes with the sweeter beatsI make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheatchorusI got more rhymes than Brits in a cathedralmy cerebral is lethalnobody's equal, my people wanna hear a funky new style so get with itno dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are permittedI'm wrecking it good(what else)collecting, injecting, and checking it good(where?)Lake Edna or your neck of the woodsI'm getting more blow than Chuck Mangeonynot a phonybut Joanie wanted me for holy matrimonygirls like my flavor cause I jam harderlet's have a nice quiet dateyou, me, and my camcorderit's like a power-burst, I'm more than just an hours worthI get down and dirty, but uh honeytake a shower firstyou can't tell me that the bro's soft,I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes offbut that's a different chapterI've even got more rhymes than there's groupies of Jack the rapper,on the microphone I slice you and make you say(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)now is the apocolypseMC's are clocking thisthey say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lipsacapella, or over a drum trackI'm funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun splashchorusthe word Maestro is teacher in ItalianoI'm from Toronto, causing drama on the the verazonoso come and check a real prograb the peice of steal, yoI make a Black activist say(yes, that's my neigro)when I said the mic's my peice I really meant itso just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennantso sucker chill, 'cause every head I struck I killedoh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking illchorus