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[Maestro] This joint`s dedicated to all emcees Yo, stay focused with this A`ight Stay strong, stay dedicated Maestro Check it out, yo
Yeah yeah, yo I`m still smashin` it So compassionate House of Commons want me on the cabinet The graduate who got the phattest shit I splatter shit Niggas better scatter when I`m splashin` it Flashin` it Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit I made the city hot Rhymes makin` niggas drop Even free-stylin` when CKLN was fifty watts Then I built the strategy Gradualy, I planned to be The greatest from the city Brothers started stabbin` me Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this Brothers jealous `cause their sons couldn`t shine like this It ain`t my fault that my song`s phat It ain`t my fault that my pops loved my mom, black I made the bomb track Kids were jackin` for beats when my rap hit the streets I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest When my track was released, you noticed me Toronto prodigy of poetry Even white chicks were faintin` over me The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin` to floss You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop I left in ninety two, it`s like the fukin` industry stopped But it`s on, don`t panic Emcees stay frantic It`s automatic, we makin` audio dramatic Lyrically I`m a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
[Chorus: Wade O. Brown] We`re gonna make it happen We`re gonna make it shine We`re gonna make it happen It`s a race against our time Oh, oh, oh We`re gonna make it happen
[Maestro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I remember when my pops took me to this lady She said she couldn`t beleive how many shady people wanna slay me She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you But don`t sweat it, your ancestors will protect you Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn`t move Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song Who could it be now A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit (go figure) In life I learned cats`ll try to hurt you That`s why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry Didn`t love me at all But to shine, they wanted to marry Sayin` "let`s sex tonight", but I`m a skeptic type It`s a rougher world That`s why it`s tough to trust a girl Never the less I`m maintainin`, with pure determination Two junos, plus ten nominations No way I`m gonna crumble, I stayed humble I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out Gave love, but didn`t have to sweat the brothers down south It`s on, don`t panic, emcees stay frantic It`s automatic, we makin` audio dramatic Lyrically I`m a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
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[Wade O. Brown] I know, for sure That we`re bound to make it In time, we`ll find It`s the sky of ????? Oh oh oh We`re gonna make it happen We`re gonna make it, We`re gonna make it
[Maestro] Yeah You could never make the city smile You`re Conway Twitty style Silly pile for real You ain`t a willy child I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone I elevated you, you know who educated you Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two Now I`m comin` back I got the stunning tracks Spreadin` love to all my peeps and show the younger cats Hit `em with the phattest songs Fuck the sprint, it`s a marathon I seen alot of shit, now I`m passin` it on I love Redman and Naughty shit But now I`m on some Barry Gordy shit I need another forty hit It`s on, don`t panic Emcees stay frantic It`s automatic, we makin` audio dramatic Lyrically I`m a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still It`s on, don`t panic Emcees stay frantic It`s automatic, we makin` audio dramatic Lyrically I`m a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
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