Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I'm the jack of all trades, master of one
Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun
Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you down
As I am not bothered by these Zakus and Goufs
Still an OG, Master Roshi
Girl's outta this world so Mihoshi
Whip heavenly like a mikoshi
But I stay hungry
I'm a keep this shit simple...
I'm 1 of 1
I'm Sumner's son
I studied Pun
I run thru funds
Live by the rules
Of old school dudes
Who made moves
In
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
to be a soldier!
[Mystikal]
Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't want to rest in this
of my fans, if I did, it would sound wrong
I will never try convincing you dummies, this isn't a town hall
Never look down, never look down, just look
the Renoir that's hanging on the wall
But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high
A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to die
served fried
Deep fried
Deathsworn, Oathbound
On a quest for vengeful slaughter
We sail to the halls of doom
With the black flag raised in the sky
[Chorus--Master P x4]
I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry
[Master P]
Uggggh
Made money from cane,
dangerous than ever
The God of War, the Master, the Keynote, the Infantry
F – E - A - T - dot - Supercharger, T-N-T
From forestry company here in dungarees
Ain't nuttin' nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch!
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't naytin but crumbs
to lose, I pay dues up in this game
I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame
Rollin with my Squad that's how I maintain
I should be awarded to be in
back
And I'm ridin' through your neighborhood dippin' in my Cadillac
I'm selling this shit, I ain't telling this shit
I'm a motherfucking two-time
The Master of One
And the thing I'm at, is called havin fun
We got three minutes left to rock this funk
To separate the good stuff from the junk, so
Get in
You probably know the rappers who hack in the game
Int80, YTCracker. Massive in name
Now I'm committing to push, start tracking the change
And accept
understand
It's the best thing of all you can find in this world
Oh ain't love grand
Oh ain't love grand
Touched by the Master's hand
Spread all the love you
of the Master Wizard, and clove mercilessly into the glorious ranks of the Imperium
And all who were touched by this ruinous arc of coruscating radiance knew no
this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think
the clouds blow by,|O give us clear blue skies,' she prays.|Down the road a few miles out of town|A farmer's on his knees.|His crops are dying in his
to talk shit like little kids in the school halls
gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo
bitches didn't want to ride when the P was in the pinto
now I got
name on these walls
I swear I'm almost there and they won't have to let me in
Yea yeah
All I ever knew was I'ma grind for this shit
Live by my music I'ma
Intro:
youn know non bout it boy
Nothin’
I ain’t even gotta remind you
That you don’t non bout it
Chorus:
Youn no non bout this boy
youn know non
to do it out in the park"
I remember your bar mitzvah, that burgundy label
Me and Jam Master had the battle of the big cables
Before the Serratos,
bodies (what)
I need some Christmas thotties
Hoe hoe hoe for every bro
We pull up in the matching Audis
Deck the halls with bodies (brrt brrt)
I keep
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