Maestro Fresh‐Wes Tear It Up Lyrics

Symphony in Effect Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Drop the Needle
  • 2 Untouchable
  • 3 The Mic’s My Piece
  • 4 LTD’s on the Wheels of Fortune
  • 5 I’m Showin’ You
  • 6 Let Your Backbone Slide
  • 7 Private Symphony
  • 8 Just Swingin’
  • 9 The Maestro
  • 10 Tear It Up
  • 11 Fortissimo


  • [LTD] Yo Maestro, let's go. You ready man?
    [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready
    [L] Yo, let's trash it up man. Show all these suckers what time it is
    [M] Aight
    [L] You know what I'm sayin', word. So here it is
    [M] Let's get it over with
    [L] Tear it up now

    [Maestro Fresh Wes]
    Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin'
    One hundred dollar bills I'm unfolding
    Crowds are controling
    Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope
    But nope it's not stolen
    Words are forbidden, no I ain't kidding
    Check any damsel, Maestro is ridden
    'Nuff ammunition, capable precision
    Kill competition, like a religion
    MCs I'm cussing, they ain't nothing
    Egos I'm crushing, asses I'm busting
    Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them
    Sucker I jack up, I don't rap up

    I tear it up!

    Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
    Too late to run, Maestro is one
    You're no ruler to me
    You're more like a liar
    You're just a squire handing out flyers
    I am much higher, you're a low bidder
    Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger
    Nigga, LTD's an outstander
    MC Fresh Wes, a MC commander
    Goto my show because I said so
    I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (HO)
    Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer
    I hold the mic you're Rowdy like Piper
    Hyperactive your rap is wack kid
    Don't even breath or I'll Rip like Jack did
    Helter Skelter, deep belts a serious cut
    My boys are ice melters
    Well respected, dame's interested
    Bulls in bank, invested

    I tear it up!

    Hi, why, brother that's dry
    Drug free body and my rhymes are fly
    You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff
    I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff
    Won't 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, you're a target

    I tear it up!

    Party's packed, B-boys jumping
    Dames in the back, bumpin'
    Beats go boom, the sound's in tune
    Like hast to Calhoun, we rock the room
    Pay's 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
    LTD's on the set and it became blessed
    Wine, grind 'til the sunshine
    Bust the next rhyme, next time

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