Lyrics:
The great cosmic plan
Shall be realized
By my master
The Great Dreamer
on the art
An image contains words inscribed by the heart
Described by minds searching for something practical
Unable to see the fast can be retractable
Stage
dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You should a seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
They swarm the stage
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These playas best to get they shit in check
I get my hustle
shop and we ain't going nowhere
We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
We heard about the mess
We brothers on stage
But we have more finesse
So if we orchestrate well
Then you should put us on and press charge
Let's get wild
Yeah, Master Ace in the house
The whole Action Posse's in the house
Ice-you-Rock's in the house, DJ Marley Marl's in the house
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom and Dad
They
Dr dre invented
Turn on the box and let my son
Watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover
Shit platinum before the sessions over
Rap master
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,
is wrong
Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on
So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges
Give him some room
While the boom from the stage is
memory lies there
By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember
And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger
For sentiment
memory lies there
By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember
And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger
For sentiment
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
cry for me?
Stay by my side? I'm a stay on my grind
Tell me will you ride for me?
Tell me will you ride for me?
Tell me will you cry for me?
Stay
you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing"
"You are watching a master at work"
"yeah, bring it on if you think "
(yeah, uh, yeah)
to burst
I'm longing for a here and now' where there's a place for everyone
Where the self important leave the stage, and the wiser ones walk on
Where
Come, and bring the pieces to the master
He who organize by size then completes them with the plaster
Now, what should we call it?
After 12,
and a place where them things belong
The stage and a soapbox, this is only a song
To dwell on the matter much longer would be wrong
And people get by, she'll
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