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Mason

Mason is the stage name of the Dutch music producer duo Iason Chronis (born January 17, 1980) and Coen Berrier (born April 17, 1979). They had a number one on the UK Dance Chart in 2007 with their track Exceeder. Exceeder had originally been an instrumental and had received a vinyl only release in the UK in 2006. The new version of the track, Perfect (Exceeder) featured vocals from Princess Superstar and reached number 3 on the national British chart in January 2007. The number was a big hit in The Netherlands as well. Mason has been very popular with Ministry of Sound featuring on many of their annual compilations. more »

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They not gon' tell you the shit that I've been through
Niggas that hated on me as some peons
Run out of ink, feather lit from their candle

They don't know about all the shit that we be on
But look, you lifted, this ain't what you used to
Niggas be waiting, I'm still in your mentions
Niggas get desperate whenever that run through

Niggas get close, gotta see their intentions
Can't trust these niggas, they f*ck up your mental
Follow my orders, listen for the whistle
Run this shit up, then it's off to the bank

After the bank, then it's back to the safe
Stars on the roof, me and Mason are rapin
Niggas put their head down, they just finna hate
Ask for a feature, then you gotta pay

Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a day
Tell myself ain't gon' mention no bitches
But that shit be herman, you got to me bitches
I fly to the city, don't do local bitches

Told my send i ain't gonna mention no bitches but that shit be
Hard when you got to many bitches
I fly to her city don't do local bitches
Won't catch me lacking they tryna lined up a nigga
Sometimes I wonder if this rap shit is for me
They be tryna gas me they say that I'm chosen
I'ma act up when god  give me my moment

I promise there's nothing not even the beginning
When I do shows, gotta find a performance
I got a name, so that mean I'm a target
Don't need security, I be with them niggas

But niggas know better not to do nothing retarded
Sis, my line's said keep going you gon' make it
Pop in the spittle, I'm prayin' that he make it
Lot on my mind, got no choice but to write it
This shit like my therapy I rap and start headlin
Yea
Aye
I'm off tequila this shit got me trippin
I took like five shots might say  some shit
But I don't mean it
She slides to my crib with her friend we had a threesome

I'm really him when I look in the mirror
I just see greatness im the one that they fear
I got some secrets I promised not to share
I wonder if they'll love me when I'm no longer here

They not gon' tell you the shit that I been through
Niggas that hated on me is some peons
Run out of ink, feather lit from the candle
They don't know about all the shit that we be on

Pull up, get lifted, this ain't what you used to
Niggas be waiting, I'm still in your mentions
Niggas get desperate whenever that run through
Niggas get close, gotta see their intentions

Can't trust these niggas, they f*ck up your mental
Follow my orders, listen for the whistle
Run this shit up, then it's off to the bank
After the bank, then it's back to the safe

Stars on the roof, me and Mason are rapin
Niggas put a hat down, they just finna hate
Ask for a feature, then you gotta pay
Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a date

I smoke and gas on my music, get lifted
I grew up always surrounded by sinners
Crazy so crazy how life can get shifted
That need one B around you and you in it

Why you ain't tell me this shit would be different
Hop in the Hellcat, I'm tryna be distant
Block out distractions while I'm on a mission
Hard work and struggles done made me a menace

Breaking my limits should put me in Guinness
Check after check all this cheddar I'm after
I put my foot on the gas to go faster
I'm at the top, I'm too high, f*ck a ladder

Looking down at them, they calling me master
Trying to beat me, going in disaster
I'm on a wave and the people gon' ride it
I'm in it to win it, don't care about the title

Nigga come slide, pull up, you can get fried
I don't know why niggas playing with fire
See I'm that nigga that's running with niggas
That don't know a thing about how to get money

We been through rainy days, throwing shades
Sometimes it never was sunny
See we done been through things and got through things
It feel like it's always something

I get a bag, they tag me
Seen all your jewelry, your cars, they leased
I be around niggas, I call them the dogs
That chopper gon' bust that bitch off the leash

Niggas keep talking and laughing till niggas creep up
No mercy, you dying in me's
Chasing this paper along with the team
Off of that walk so a nigga gon' lean

They not gon' tell you the shit that I been through
Niggas that hated on me as some peons
Run out of ink, feather lit from the candle
They don't know about all the shit that we be on

Pull up, get lifted, this ain't what you used to
Niggas be waiting, I'm stealing your mentions
Niggas get desperate whenever that run through
Niggas get close, gotta see their intentions

Can't trust these niggas, they f*ck up your mental
Follow my orders, listen for the whistle
Run this shit up, then it's off to the bank
After the bank, then it's back to the safe

Stars on the roof, me and Mason, I'm rave
Niggas put a hat down, they was finna hate
Ask for a feature, then you gotta pay
Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a day

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