Maestro Fresh Wes (b. Wesley Williams 1968) is a Canadian hip-hop musician … Read Full Bio ↴Maestro Fresh Wes (b. Wesley Williams 1968) is a Canadian hip-hop musician from Toronto. Previously known as Maestro Fresh Wes before shortening his name to Maestro in the late 1990's, he was in 1989 the first Canadian rapper to have a Top 40 hit, "Let Your Backbone Slide". As of 2006, in fact, "Let Your Backbone Slide" remained the best-selling Canadian hip hop single until 2008.

His debut album Symphony In Effect was released in 1989. After his 1991 album, The Black Tie Affair, Maestro's career faltered as he attempted to break into the United States market. However, he returned to the Canadian charts in 1998, with the hit singles "Stick to Your Vision" and "416/905 (TO Party Anthem)".

In 2005, Maestro covered Lawrence Gowan's song "A Criminal Mind"; Gowan appears in the video and his vocals are sampled on the track.

Williams has also been an actor, most notably in the Omni Television series Metropia. As an actor, he is normally credited as either Wesley Williams, Wes Williams, or Wesley Paris. In addition, he has had small roles in Honey (2003) and Four Brothers (2005). He was set to appear as a security guard in 50 Cent's film Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2005), but his scenes were deleted from the film. He has a supporting role in Instant Star as Darius Mills.

Maestro was born to Guyanese parents and was raised in Scarborough, Ontario. He has previously been romantically linked to Canadian television journalist Marci Ien.

Fine Tune Da Mic
Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics

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CHORUS X2
[Maestro] Fine tune da mic
[Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it
[Maestro] It's the brother Maestro
[Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it

[Showbiz]
So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)

And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya
I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada
To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro
Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D
A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild
People know my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone
The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E
The trump can't see me
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks
So don't try to play big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
And make the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my head's at
While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not flat
And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap
I guess it's like that when you got a little stack

CHORUS X2

[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet
No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss it
Get off it, I'mma write, I'll role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift
Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prover
Like J. Degar Hoover, I make a ??? manouver
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the Sugar Shack
And I can make the mack say, Jack bring my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff props like Black Moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom
Live like a wire, MC for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil-
Late, deducts, and take da bucks
Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow
Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it
You can't come near it, I know you fear it
You want to jeer it in the front row
'Cause you know me and Show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow
We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism

CHORUS X4

OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yeah, that's how we doing it yo
Big up to my DJ, LTD
Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate
Farly Flex, relfex, MVP yo
That's how we swing it in the studio
Word up Fresh Wes, 1994
I'm blowing up uhh
I'm blowing up yeah
Yeah
I can't forget my man Chris
My man Mac behind the fat tracks

And my man Show B-I-Z
AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out

Overall Meaning

The song "Fine Tune Da Mic" by Maestro Fresh Wes features Showbiz and is an excellent example of classic hip-hop. The chorus of the song is a call for the sound engineer to fine-tune the microphone as Maestro and Showbiz's rap gets heated up. In the first verse, Showbiz starts with a boastful declaration, setting the tone for the rest of the song. He talks about his unique rap style that combines with Maestro's flow. He also mentions how he likes to move around a lot on stage and how his beats are stunning to the ears. Showbiz then declares his arrival in Canada to work with Maestro Fresh Wes and create music. Showbiz is full of confidence and intensity, living up to his name.

In the second verse, Maestro Fresh Wes takes the baton and continues the singer's preaching. He talks about how he's here to represent Toronto and how he can fix anything that comes his way. He mentions that he's got a tight grip over his rap and writes amazing music. He also boasts that he's more creative than any other rapper in town, incorporating wordplay, metaphors, and flow. He touches on other subjects like performing at the Sugar Shack, getting paid to rap, and how he and Showbiz are ruling the hip-hop scene.

Line by Line Meaning

Fine tune da mic
Let's adjust the microphone for optimal sound quality

Engineer won't you check it
Could someone in charge make sure everything sounds the best it can?

It's the brother Maestro
I'm Maestro Fresh Wes, and I'm about to perform

And Showbiz is going to wreck it
My friend, Showbiz, is going to kill it with his performance

So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
I am starting my performance, preparing to get on the microphone

And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show
If you hear someone killing it on the microphone, that's Showbiz's signature style

Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know it's stunning
When you hear the beat, it's incredible, because the rhythm is so strong

I'm only here to damage ya
My performance is going to be so good, I might hurt the competition

To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
I visited Canada to relax and create music

And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro
Showbiz and I work together really well and have a great sound

Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone
If someone tries to challenge us, they'll regret it, and we'll take over the microphone

The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E
My name is Showbiz, and I'm from 163rd St. and Avenue

You can't understand where my head's at
You can't comprehend how creative and original my mind is

I guess it's like that when you got a little stack
When you're successful, people become attracted to you

Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
When I put on a show, it's explosive and intense

Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet
Even though I'm not a plumber, I'll be able to help Farrah with her faucet if she needs it

Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prover
My performances are always polished and impressive

Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom
My music is so good that people can't resist taking it with them to the bathroom

Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it
My music is so original that it doesn't sound like anyone else's, so don't even bother making comparisons

We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow
Showbiz and I are going to put on an intense competition

Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism
We're going to destroy the competition on the microphone

Yeah, that's how we doing it yo
That's how we're performing, everyone

Word up Fresh Wes, 1994
This is Maestro Fresh Wes in 1994, everyone

I'm blowing up uhh
I'm gaining fame and popularity

I can't forget my man Chris
I want to give a shout-out to my friend Chris

My man Mac behind the fat tracks
Another shout-out to my friend Mac for producing great music

And my man Show B-I-Z AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out
Lastly, a shout-out to Showbiz, also known as Mr. (F-A-T), and we're done

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