Lyrics:
tool ever dismantle the master's home?
Nana Asaase will say, one can only be as true as his mother tongue
So what do we call our own
When we don't
tool ever dismantle the master's home?
Nana Asaase will say, one can only be as true as his mother tongue
So what do we call our own
When we don't have
an opinion
I ain't even asked
Back in the mix the DJ don't even scratch Won't play the tracks
D-I-V-I-N-E
Do it for his glory never speak on the group Don't
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
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I own my masters, that's end of discussion
I'll mix a hit then I'll drop like it's nothing
Sober as shit when I flow, I ain't puffing
I'll catch
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my heart on the track
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
You know who it is without
A doubt or hesitation (yeah)
If money talks
I got my master's in communications (Haha)
But you can't hold a conversation
fail?"
Like blooper vids
Chale Rude is rap Anubis
Bro I do this, yo
I chew it like Granula mix
Cos Rude is this nightmare on some Kruger shit
Right here,
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
You never seen this
Though, I got the cleanest
I got the cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
Ey, woher hast du diese
fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop
means necessary
I gotta get it by like any means
Write it record it mix and master it I produced it
This is what I call a day in the office, who's this
your mommas proud 2X
Let's do this for the people
Let's do, let's do it now
Back in a day when I was a teenager
Before I had status in a true way
it in my room
Mix and master woa
I'm the mix and master goat
I'm that nigga, you don't know?
7 figures, I'm so cold?
Single drop May 17
May 25th
put down the mic
Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat
That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture
Some try to do the same but they style ain't
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Listen up I got a story to tell
cbout a man who changed the world by changing himself
Into Black praising, Fact saying, Track slaying teacher
cs
one who works hard
Playa please
Different leagues of depth in industry waters
While you learned to speak
They learned to mix the master
Master mixing
Hook
Okay
I'm tryna hold my own by they won't leave me alone
I percocet the pain just so that I feel at home
Don't tell me how you feeling cause all
Check me out 415 on your mind one time
Yea
I produce and i rap even mix my own stuff dude
Call me russ two if you don't like me then fuck you
I
Make that love last
I know you are what I'm gifted
Roll that dope fast
She listen when I mix it
Murder in the track
This time round' it's different
Make
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