Lyrics:
roof
And I only want the top, nicknamed your roof
I'm in LA whippin' Reese, sippin' juicy juice
Hanging by a noose, on my master shit
Kick him in a pit,
it all you got the master key
And you build a mountain stone by stone
You travel a million twisted roads
To get where you need to go
With every one
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
ignorance
Mutated to be masters of ceremonial trance
With inner eyes they gazed right through the solid mountain walls
And came to know what went down in
Your master, your killer
Flock of flesh, you're going off the edge
Do I offend you? You're not alone
I'll stand uncorrected on your mountain of stone
Do
Mother fuckin' king of crunk and the don of rowdy music, nigga
Hey, hey, Lil' Jon, Lil' Jon, Master P, Master P
New no limit be M E click me and my
We more than rappers, we the masters
[SoulStice]
Even after.. World War 3, the war of intelligence
The court, self-defence is common sense
Third
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
war's need
Got their own purpose
There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo
It's sitting on four g's like my phone service
I'm out here
Man, I know we had a lot of tragedies lately.
I just wanna say rest in peace to Aaliyah,
Rest in peace to Left Eye,
Rest in peace to Jam Master Jay,
off the mask, wake up from your trance
And the masters, they become prey
Every king is turned into slave
Life is a war,
You’re the soldier, you’re
And for the solitary mountain
We're declaring our return
Dwarves of yore (the time has come)
Hammers high (straight to war)
Hear my words
We are
journey home.
Out beyond the desert
Across the mountains by the fall.
Servants who leave their masters house
Are walking all the way.
The golden
light the fuse
I'm a master of making mountains from the ground
Until my heads up in the clouds
You know you come alive when we turn out the lights
I
light the fuse
I'm a master of making mountains from the ground
Until my heads up in the clouds
You know you come alive when we turn out the lights
I
There's a man named Jack
He works day by day
Through the dust and the dark
He wields his pick
A miner's life
A hard but hopeful lick
He's Jack the gold
from his master
Who made certain he was blind
Sword by his side, walk slow as the armies
Collide no goal but to watch them decline
Wanted gold now
man
it's a whole bunch of it..
you know if Reagan finally gets the war he's lookin for
you think he's gonna be draftin' 21 year olds?
No man they're
up I'm lettin out war-cries
Set the forest on fire with an assortment of rhymes
Flamethrowin freshness def as Beethoven I'm flowin relentless
Who
Soon to be graduates best in the game
Elite Ten Council we are taking the stage
Win in whatever you name
This is Food Wars
If you threaten our ways
Yeah, Hahaha, you know how we giving it up
Oh, you thought this s*** was over
I'm here with my m********* Canadian rider Rap Master 1
I see you,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence
By
treats
Here boy, Aes' from before the first star wars
I survived action park, I survived lawn darts
Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and bitchin'
I got
This shit is biblical
On top of the mountain I am the original
Y'all look so miserable
You fight over crumbs
That shit is pigeon food
Bombs, shit
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