Maestro Fresh‐Wes Untouchable 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


  • "You won the fight so easily" <-- Announcer
    "You won the fight so easily" <-- Announcer
    "Is there a challenge out there for you right now?" <-- Announcer

    [Maestro Fresh Wes]
    Well
    Lyrically, I am untouchable
    Lately, I have put enough of bull
    From introduct right through appendix
    Saddle and straddle, like the late Hendrix
    First came Hays then came Rain
    Sucker MCs that play the same game
    Lame, name, they should be tame
    Bound, gagged, chained even slain
    Ripped and stripped, that's what I pray for
    This game, use your own brain
    Live and rising, but not surprising
    Whole of the other years and I'm Heisman
    Scheming, screaming, you're only dreaming
    Say my name in vain, you're blast semem

    "Do you have an idea about your next opponent?" <-- Announcer
    "Just take all comers" <-- Mike Tyson

    [Maestro Fresh Wes]
    Just like Van Halen, I'm wailing scaling
    Easy said, but not failing, but bailing
    Schoolin', not fallen or foolin'
    I play in the after the class I'm just coolin'
    Stalking, not walking or talking to you
    Or your crew, say boo, I'm just rocking
    I'm roaming, not alone in my home
    On phone with a fly girl who's moaning, boning
    Bubbling, I ain't struggling, cuddling
    I'm so fly, homeboy that I'm juggling
    Rhyme by rhyme by rhyme I got lyrics
    Wes is so def, you left in hystrics
    Time, after time you will hear it
    Suckers don't jeer it, or come near it
    Full flex the Rhymasaurus Rex
    To be def like the Fresh, some will go break neck
    Becuase I'm wealthy, some will belt me come melt me
    Catch you on stage, so help one
    I'm a python, when the mic's on a fight on
    Write on, like a ninja know Tae Kwon
    Bitch-lips couldn't even talk shit or bust lips
    Swift kicks, but I'm only straight lyrics
    Day by day by day, I bust it my way
    Clowns around the town they hear what I say
    Take the rhymes I make and then face straight
    Time to take a break I let the beat play

    "Ooh set 'em up"
    "I love these punch shots"
    "I love these punch shots"
    "Hit 'em clean. You can tell he's in pain" <-- Announcer
    "I love these punch shots"
    "I love these punch shots"
    "Hit 'em clean. You can tell he's in pain" <-- Announcer

    "Deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable?"
    "Without question, without question"
    "Deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable?"

    [Maestro Fresh Wes]
    I am untouchable, here come a mouth full
    You ain't a Doberman Pincher, you're a Pitbull
    Last straw, get your plug off my drawers
    Withdraw, you got lockjaw
    Flywieght, you're late wait come get this straight
    Don't fuck around with great, you're jailbait
    Top notch, boy I'm a sasquatch
    In T-O I'm known as a warlock
    Breeding, not speeding or needing no coke
    But I'm still dope, the noise bleeding on stage
    I rock my rhymes and never talk shit
    My body's looking fine because I keep fit
    Clothes on all the time, no need for that shit
    I wanna rock my rhymes and watch the girls strip
    Bust it!

    "And this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into round
    one..." <--Announcer
    "Do you have any idea about your next opponent?" <-- Announcer
    "I don't know. I'll just take all comers" <-- Mike Tyson
    "And this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into round
    one..." <--Announcer
    "Gone, set 'em up"

    [Maestro Fresh Wes]
    Upheaval, like Kinevel I'm evil
    Your rap is outdated not rated but feeble
    I'm an opium, you can't blow me yet I'm dopium
    No not a singer but a stinger like scorpion
    Kango and I'm raring to tango
    I'm to rap like art is to Van Gogh
    Yo man I am a Conan
    So no man can chill or hang
    Unless on my records you gang bang
    Maestro, my orchestra is the nitro
    LTD and the crowd loves my intro
    Billa, like Atilla I killa
    A mover of people, no sequel to Thriller
    Time to end this theme, know what I mean
    I burn my green, I put suckers on the guillotine
    But some feins still scheme for the means
    to touch the untouchable, yo that's a dream

    "Gone, set 'em up"
    "Do you have any idea of your next opponent?" <-- Announcer

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