Check My Vernacular
Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics


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My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee
My cometition are wishing that killing me
For my similies and solioquies
They garbage, but I'm the largest
With the hardest style to disregard
Check your cartridge, on your tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the best beats
Fresh until the next week
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing anguish
I'm sturdy when doing the dirty language
And, it's time for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my philosophy's a prophecy
Hipocracy, no that's the cameleon
How old are you evenin ?, they rhyming like comedians
They make me laugh because they styles are scrupulous
My body is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A great exapmle of Allah's perfection
You're moving to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura
Yo, check my vernacular

You need to devote more
Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Creating a style and grow with it
Be prolific don't solicit
Be scientific, if it's wack go visit
The department of labour, the harder flavour
You can't savour, do rap a favour be a waver
In the front row, where the stunts go
'Cause the chumps know you can't flow
Plus, you're too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far from demonic
My phonics are supersonic, you're embryonic
I spray you like insecticide or pesticide
Let's decide the best vibe for Wes to ride
Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura
Yo, check my vernacular

Break it down
I'm smoother than the Philharmonics with my killer phonics
And melodic, shit I'm fucking iller than a fill of chornic
On the streets I'm known, I use a sheet to bone
On the sneak, Dominique Simone
Thicker than Hagan Dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas stocking yards, pass me cars, I'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, recognizing me
Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is like Hepatitis be
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm hurling and swirling
No discussion, I'm crushing walls of Berlin




Seen many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch like Terry Norrises

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Maestro Fresh Wes's Check My Vernacular are deeply rooted in the hip-hop culture, emphasizing the importance of a rapper's ability to rhyme and create a unique style that sets them apart from the rest. The opening lines "My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee / My competition is wishing that killing me" suggests that Wes's rhymes and skills are unmatched and enviable, making others cower in fear. He mentions that his soliloquies are far superior to his competition's and that they are simply garbage compared to his craft. He then goes on to challenge others to check their cartridges and techniques as he "speaks over the best beats," further proving his mastery in the art of rap.


Wes's confidence in his ability to deliver "sturdy" and "dirty" language is evident throughout the song. He claims that his philosophy is a prophecy and that he is simply spectacular and his style is smooth like an Acura. Wes also provides advice on how to improve one's rap skills, urging them to be dedicated, scientific, and not sell out to lesser forms of rap. Wes depicts himself as being superior to his competition, stating that his rhymes are bionic and his phonics are supersonic, distancing himself from demonizing or being just another embryonic rapper. This song celebrates the complexities of the art of rap and its importance.


Line by Line Meaning

My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee
My lyrics are sharp and piercing, like the sting of a bee


My cometition are wishing that killing me
My competition wishes to defeat me


For my similies and solioquies
Because of my comparisons and dramatic monologues


They garbage, but I'm the largest
Their work is inadequate, but I'm one of the best


With the hardest style to disregard
My style is so powerful that it can't be ignored


Check your cartridge, on your tech-niques
Evaluate your skills and techniques


Wes speaks, over the best beats
I, Maestro Fresh Wes, perform over the most impressive rhythms


Fresh until the next week
I'm always on the cutting edge and fresh with my style


I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing anguish
My style is bizarre and unconventional, and when I grab the microphone, I cause discomfort to others


I'm sturdy when doing the dirty language
I'm reliable and unwavering when using crude or offensive language


And, it's time for me to raise my velocity
Now is the time for me to increase my speed and impact


No animosity, my philosophy's a prophecy
I have no hostility, and my beliefs are a prediction of the future


Hipocracy, no that's the cameleon
Hipocrisy is like a chameleon, able to disguise itself


How old are you evenin ?, they rhyming like comedians
Your rhymes are childish and funny, like those of comedians


They make me laugh because they styles are scrupulous
Their styles are questionable and unscrupulous, which makes me laugh


My body is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
My body is sacred, and my brain is the most important part of me


A great exapmle of Allah's perfection
I am an excellent representation of Allah's perfection


You're moving to the sounds of my fat selection
You are enjoying my choice of music


I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura
I am fantastic and smooth like a luxury car


Yo, check my vernacular
Listen to my language and vocabulary


You need to devote more
You must invest more time


Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Time to create rhymes if you want to become legendary


Creating a style and grow with it
Develop a unique style and improve it over time


Be prolific don't solicit
Produce consistently and don't ask for favors


Be scientific, if it's wack go visit
Be analytical, and if your work is weak, improve it


The department of labour, the harder flavour
The more challenging style will be more rewarding


You can't savour, do rap a favour be a waver
You can't enjoy success without taking risks, so embrace them


In the front row, where the stunts go
Be where the action is, and where the most exciting things happen


'Cause the chumps know you can't flow
Even those who lack talent can recognize when someone else lacks it


Plus, you're too gun ho
You're too eager and overconfident


My rhymes are bionic, far from demonic
My lyrics are powerful and electronic, not evil


My phonics are supersonic, you're embryonic
My pronunciation is very fast, and you're still developing


I spray you like insecticide or pesticide
I attack you directly and effectively, like a pesticide


Let's decide the best vibe for Wes to ride
Let's choose the most suitable music for me to perform to


Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my enterprise)
Okay, now it's time for me to coordinate the bass and treble sounds (for my business)


I'm smoother than the Philharmonics with my killer phonics
I have a smoother flow than the Philharmonic Orchestra, with my deadly pronunciation


And melodic, shit I'm fucking iller than a fill of chornic
And it sounds good, I'm better than marijuana


On the streets I'm known, I use a sheet to bone
I'm famous on the streets, and I use paper to write my lyrics


On the sneak, Dominique Simone
Secretly, I'm with Dominique Simone


Thicker than Hagan Dasz, bitches stop and pause
I'm more attractive than Hagan Dasz ice cream, and women notice


Niggas stocking yards, pass me cars, I'm knocking jaws
I'm so impressive, guys are amazed, they give me cars, and I stun others


Biter flee, recognizing me
Imitators should go away once they realize who I am


Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is like Hepatitis be
I'm destroying everyone's reputation, because inside me is like Hepatitis B


I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm hurling and swirling
I'm unstoppable, attacking with power and energy


No discussion, I'm crushing walls of Berlin
I'm breaking down any barriers and limitations, like the Berlin Wall


Seen many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
I've read many thesauruses, and there are many clitorises


Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch like Terry Norrises
I'm ready to succeed with my talents, and I'm powerful like boxer Terry Norris




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: WESLEY WILLIAMS

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