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[Text by Hate Rodvitnesson]
[Music by Mactatus]

I am the master of your dreams
I am your worst nightmare
I am the core of hell
Come to me
There was a time I had the right key,
Rolled the tumblers, threw the bolt
On every wandering eye I caught
But something has changed it's all wrong
a story? 

Hell yeah! 

Me too! 

Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story 
About the bad ass Eazy E 
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
We are the darkened souls
By nightfall we arise
The gates are open wide
The holy blood shall flow
Demonic desires to sacrifice
We burn
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?

[Masta Ace]
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker 
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good 
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
Betty girl, she stay down, keep her on the Greyhound
With that stuff between her legs (bus departing now)
Out of [?] we moving reefer by the pound
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
I still remember Miss Bessie singing
Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys
Just five years old, my church shoes a dangling
Yeah, she's long gone
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?

[Masta Ace]
to pressing button and black keys
from 15 to 23 walking the streets
from OE to no weed I'm paranoid
They all tell me they love me, it's all null and void
I play
low key
On these icey Roleys, dude that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me
Oh me, oh my I can
keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon n****)
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood
I really can't remember
birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew
season in hell
Living in a two star hotel
Your soul's the only thing that you haven't been able to sell

It's a long hot summer of sweet descent
It's
want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm
the ruined bridge
Later on the master will join us
Called from the heart of Hell
First we light up the fire
And then we hail our Lord
Two candles, a black
eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD
this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying
He'll have the hardest black and dullest ignite
Still being
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your