Drop The Needle Songtext

Intro:The MaestroFresh Westhe symphony is in full effectVerse 1:Let your backbone slidelet it slip let the rythym ripwhile my lyrics leave my lipsladies and gentleman kids of all ageswatch a brother roamin' on stagesname rings a bell from state to stateprovince to province till you can't escapeit's radius a marginbruisin' bargin'blowin' away blockades and still chargin'up the crowd while the introducersays the name they get looser looserMaestro Maestro with magnitude that's longer than the lines of latitudegoing drop it to drop it topic to topicyo are you ready for the drop (yeah)then drop itChorus:drop the needledrop the needledrop the needledrop the needleVerse 2:the needle drops like a pistol popsrocks the whole crowd they can't stopladies wave and rave like slaveswith this sound wave a guy's Mr. HayesI pave a road where the poems explode drumglobe to globe airlobe to airlobestarted at zero now the Z rocks itzipcode to zipcode I should ziplock itthey won't stop the chumps they just chop itchewin' chunks and chunks and then shop iton the homeplate and I hateto hear my rhymes of a different rateI should ostersize the eyes of spiesand destroy all districs for disguisedopein the form of the highest mindof a hip-hop golliath rhymesmake it easy to cruiseyou get bruised if you're not enthuisedsilence is lost as the holocaust comes downwhen Wes goes off on the microphonecord or cordlessit don't matter cause I rock the fresh vestHiroshima havoc and hurricaineLTD is on the cut Maestro's the namethe needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to franticas I watch 'em dripD draws back the wax like a bowthe bass is the arrow to break the poem I wroteblast it off like a rocketagain are you ready for the drop(yeah)then drop itm-a-e-s-t-r-osmoother than smooth can get plus tommorrowI'll be smootherrunnin' like silkstarin' at the mountains as melodies are builtlike Everest I'm ever ready for the prospadeI have a vest never fest just cascadeI'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go onand tell two friendsso on (so on)I ain't passiveI lamp with the dope state massivesdown with Scarboroughdown with the jungledown with Michee Meedown with Rumbledown with self defense from flemothis was a hit before it was a demowent to the studio with Peteand Anthony to lay down the beatsand now it's just too damn sweetI'm the voice in the sonys walking down the streetdrop itChorusVerse 3:(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)I wear a black tuxedoblack tuxedoblack-black-black (oh my God)a black tuxedo with the calm of Van Damnetalk slang while the ladies hangrunnin' more hoes than close to a pimprhymes so rugged they'll make you limpsome MC's like to dance all nightbut I like the brothers who can rock the micwith base and adreanline big beats but then againnowadays most rappers sound femminimesoftthey come off weak and they're so-soI'll be down to the pound and jump mofothousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alonea Tallahasee lassie asked me(Wes, how can you rap so rough, then get crappy?)cause I'm smoothmaking the people moveit's like a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-twothat's a full forty four times more than a migraineunexplained like an unsolved mind gamethe mastermind is defined as the maestronitro glicseran sizillin' height socomin' 'em on with a scent of napomndroppin' the bomb as I raise my baton onand on the dawninject the venemenMC's like a late dose of heroincripplin'suckers be stagerrin'I smoke the piece D does the daggerrin'on the techniques he'll tomahawk itare you ready for the drop (yeah)then drop itChorusVerse 4:United States United Kingdomthe rhymes I bring them spread like syndromsT.O. mixed it New York freshed itall these def hits you can't test thisrhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckin'no wait yo hold up hold upnow fuck itone hour flight and I'm captainlike Jason I'm a take Manhatteneach ceremony and every seminairanother mar la parde you're gonna get scaredI run a dead poll every rapper dread thisboys be pain at the naming of the dead listor the red list the blood shed festfist to fist on the mic you're left headlessthey broke into the vault like Capone didn't find jack so they all went homemy vault could never be opened I locked itpunks be scopin' or hopin' to pop iteighty nine is mine you can't stop itare you ready for the drop (yeah)then drop itChorusOutro:now freak me(are you ready)hit ithit ithit it Maestrohithit it Maestrohit it MaestroMaestroMaestrohit it Maestro