[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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