How Many Styles
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes
It's the power move (yeah
It's the power move (yeah
Peace to the power move (yeah
It's the master plan (word
Peac
To the master plan (yeah
1994 baby, the Maestro wild like a psych
That's how we d
CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes
It goes in with the fat, out with the wac
In with the fat out with the wac
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money bac
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it
In with the fat, out with the wac
In with the fat out with the wac
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money bac
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it
[Maestro Fresh Wes
Yo, I walk tall like Hanibal Adle
Hit a grand slam like my man Don Mattingl
Come prepared if you ever try to battle me (why
I got rhymes coming out my anal cavit
Straight outta Scarboroug
Ready to swing blows, niggas want to qui
Wash my nuts and my window
I'm on your tape decks, rhyming to my ape
If a nigga don't like he can bite me with a late
Because when I'm rhyming, heads are declinin
Like Brian Mulroney, niggas are resignin
Competition ain't in front of m
Maestro where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from
I don't know, they just come to m
You fucking with a crazy brothe
I don't kiss and tell, but I know your baby mothe
I ain't bullshittin
Mmm, why did Gill cook a mean Curry Chicke
Time for me to get mad check(?
So wack motherfuckers step to the lef
I'm fat like a Cadillac, cut like a battle ax
I got crazy freaks, wash from BC to Halifa
Yeah, now the Maest is know
This beats alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophon
With my cipher grown, many mics are blow
You're in the Maestro zon
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any obstacl
Rhyme to show, and clock the doug
So many people try to stop the br
But I smoke competition like an octago(?
It's Maestro!, Fresh W-E-S big up to fly Ju(?) and my nigga big Jes
Yes, my peeps from 1-6-
I met her last summer on Jamaica Avenu
Now every beat I made is a hi
But tell me, how many styles can one nigga flip
Yeah, ha h
CHORU
[Maestro Fresh Wes
From the lungs of the Maestro, hail the funk hail the phelg
Niggas getting grim everytime I begi
To bring the funk to radio stations to bump m
You should have never let my ass into your countr
Word to God, I'm real har
I'm even deadlier than Tony Montana with a green car
Fuck you and your demo tap
Instead of tryin' to imitate... innovat
I pull the mic but I don't pull card
Bust your ass plus Julio down by the schoolyar
Don't try dissing me, because your style is histor
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp?) rotisseri
I injure bone and I injure limb
I've come a long way like Virgina SLim
I do a show with the Bandstand, never met the sandma
Chicks with the big tits give me a gland stand(?
Older broads want to jock me, Elanor from Fox wants my roc
Let me stop, and burn style
Chumps want to turn wild, you say you got dop
But why was your pops jumping turnstile
You ain't got money *Laughter
I'm so dope, this shit's funn
All my jams is the shit
But tell me how many styles can one nigga flip
OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes
Yeah, 1994 bab
Brother Maestr
I want to say what's up to my people, Scarboroug
Jane the Finch, Jungle, Flemington Park, everywher
You know what I'm sayin
Toronto flavour, catching mad wrizzech in efizzect
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