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Maestro Fresh-Wes

Wesley "Wes" Williams (born March 31, 1968) is a Canadian rapper, record producer, actor, and author. He is known professionally by his stage names Maestro Fresh Wes (formerly Maestro Fresh-Wes) or Maestro as a musician, and is credited by his birth name as an actor. One of the earliest Canadian rappers to achieve mainstream success, he is credited as the "Godfather of Canadian hip hop". His debut album, Symphony in Effect (1989), was the first certified platinum album by a Black Canadian artist. more »

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Break down, nah, kid, I think not
2001, back to claim my spot
2001, Benz off the lot
2001, hits 'bout to drop
Took a little time, some of y'all thought we stopped
But I'm focused, man, like Jay from the Roc
It's GC, highly acclaimed, the most mentioned
What you thought, he clothes, the cars, the ice rented?

Toronto Godfather, baby, steady spreadin' the news
I'm not a rapper, I'm an icon, don't get it confused
Papa 'Stro since the 80s, been abusing the mic
Vips only, Fluid or Life (too much)
Now why you think the Junos got a category for rap
Who put the T.Dot-o on the map, answer that
Matter fact, niggas chill while we blazing it up
You gave me eight bars to spit, shit, that ain't enough, because I'm

Too much for money, too much for cars
Too much for hoes, too much for clothes (T-O, too much)
Too much for clubs, too much for thugs
Too much for drugs, too much for Much (Van City, too much)
Too much for haters, too much for players
Too much for gators, too much for papers (Montreal, too much)
Too much, too much
Too much, we still too much (yeah)

Gangsta tings
Niggas is dealing with some prankster tings
Step to this and pick out which hymn you want your moms to sing
The rhyme murdera
Yo, take them talks out your mouth
Watch the things that you say
Fossie whole you know me
Mind when the big kings are stepping to the mic
Take ten steps back, kneel and pray for your life
And give thanks that I murda sounds and leave it to the tunes
Kardinal and Ghetto C, love from June to June

Yo, too much, too fabulous
Cantankerous, ragga-muff Northern Touch
They cant bang with us or handle us
Gut big things we bring with us
Roll with the strong, weak cats never ran with us
Regiments too strenuous, 24/7
Spit the flow, get the dough and get the women
And slap these cats with wannabe raps
On my way out, my concept ghetto like that, yo how much?

Too much for money, too much for cars
Too much for hoes, too much for clothes Winnepeg too much)
Too much for clubs, too much for thugs
Too much for drugs, too much for Much (Halifax, too much)
Too much for haters, too much for players
Too much for gators, too much for papers (Calgary, too much)
Too much, too much
Too much, we still too much (yeah)

I'm too much for cocksuckers
Niggas get stuck with box cutters
Triggers we buck, the cops hover
The hot gutters, better lock your block shutters
We closing shop, holding Glock, ride stolen drop
Rolling crops, smokin' dank, open tanks
Windpipes, we've been tight
From day 1, Doomstown, I'm stationed
And I ain't leaving my block
And any reason, I cock, I'm too much

My Street, my block, my city, my committee
My Glock, my drop, our world, get your hands up
Grands up for bangers with big blings
Them hot boys, y'all got it twisted, we change chains
When we in the club, we pop things
When we off the lot, we drop things
When we in your chick, she rock things
We bug eye Benzes on 20-inches
With T-O, double two, what, stupendous, too much

Too much for them, too much for lies
Too much for the eyes, see Lord God, gon' tell them why
Too much, boy, I think you know you're too much, boy
Too much for them, too much for lies
Too much for the eyes, tell them a see Lord God tell them why
Too much, boy, I think you know you're too much, boy
Tell them already you have to tell them again
Tell them already you have to tell them again
We are all-stars
Ding-ling-ding-ling-ding-ling-whoa-whoa, ding-ding-oh-whoa
Tell them already you have to tell them again
Tell them already you have to tell them again
Watch-da-gal-dem-a-move
Dem-gurlz-dem-mah-best-friends
Tell them already you have to tell them again
Tell them already you have to tell them again
We are all-stars
Ding-ling-ding-ling-ding-ling-whoa-whoa, ding-ding-oh-whoa
Too much for them, too much for Lies
Too much for the eyes, see Lord God, gon' tell them why
Too much, boy, I think you know you're too much, boy

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This is the remix, dat-dat-da-da, dat-dat-da-da, da-da
This is the remix, dat-dat-da-da, dat-dat-da-da, da-da
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