[ltd] yo maestro, lets go. you ready man?
[maestro fresh wes] yeah, yeah, yeah. Im ready
[l] yo, lets trash it up man. show all these suckers what time it is
[m] aight
[l] you know what Im sayin, word. so here it is
[m] lets get it over with
[l] tear it up now

[maestro fresh wes]
Rolling, strolling, rockin and rollin
One hundred dollar bills Im unfolding
Crowds are controling
Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope
But nope its not stolen
Words are forbidden, no I aint kidding
Check any damsel, maestro is ridden
nuff ammunition, capable precision
Kill competition, like a religion
Mcs Im cussing, they aint nothing
Egos Im crushing, asses Im busting
Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them
Sucker I jack up, I dont rap up

I tear it up!

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Too late to run, maestro is one
Youre no ruler to me
Youre more like a liar
Youre just a squire handing out flyers
I am much higher, youre a low bidder
Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger
Nigga, ltds an outstander
Mc fresh wes, a mc commander
Goto my show because I said so
Im a pimp and the crowd is one big, (ho)
Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer
I hold the mic youre rowdy like piper
Hyperactive your rap is wack kid
Dont even breath or Ill rip like jack did
Helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut
My boys are ice melters
Well respected, dames interested
Bulls in bank, invested

I tear it up!

Hi, why, brother thats dry
Drug free body and my rhymes are fly
You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff
I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff
Wont 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, youre a target

I tear it up!

Partys packed, b-boys jumping
Dames in the back, bumpin
Beats go boom, the sounds in tune
Like hast to calhoun, we rock the room
Pays 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
Ltds on the set and it became blessed
Wine, grind til the sunshine
Bust the next rhyme, next time