featuring Wade O. Brown



[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 shi