Lyrics:
the genre is your primary mission
A ghost's shadow the master of stealth
Behind enemy lines I gather intel
Ice cold steel as in Winterfell
By now you know I'm
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again
So take your places and listen to the rhymin as
I like display a new style that just may
Leave suckers runnin for the door in total dismay
Yeah, by
At the hands of their unholy masters
Shrouded in darkness and mystery
Humanity is buried in misery
Break through, the legions of our foes
To the vanquished, we
writing by the end of the year…
I may not be a virgin then!
Yeah, its crazy aint it?
Master a craft and change your fate then
Maestro come from a maverick
green,
I stay in cruise like control, but busters fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this b**** up, like the dice games,
see I'm always
ranking; he would have surely, like an antelope in the lion's Hands, fallen prey
If I didn't think about why on earth I was failing to resist this strong
can't have one bitch, but
I just got one dick, and no
I ain't fucking with the fake
I load my handgun with hand towel
To touch a nigga face
I am something
masters of our fate, and commanders of the news
And we scoff at many millions, who believe we're losing touch
While we shop around for hairspray and insist
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
your touch
My body
Yeah yeah
My body
Same time, same place only nights apart
I try to refrain, but temptation's strong
And I can't keep my hands
for the master of war)
Sunlight will fall by the wastelands
Endless rise for the heroes before
Cry thunder
Sword in his hand
Titans of justice,
your son
To mend a covenant broken
Even the dogs eat from the crumbs Of the master's table
I may not be the choicest
But I'm here
Willing and able
By
yeah
I believe in the big sky I can feel it
See I cannot ever let this go
Losing touch with the ones who mean the most
I need a touch from the master
A warrior with sword in hand
Travels fast across the land
For freedom he rise
And the sign from the master on high
He screams a loud and across hear
sword in hand
Travels fast across the land
For freedom he rise
And the sign from the master on high
He screams a loud and across hear the cry
For
You see the eyes
You see with the wings, you know it's us
Knowledge is king, I got the Midas touch
Vast Aerial bot, Vordul Megatron
One
Lovo master in your arms I lay
Lovo master paint my picture
A thousand angels within blackened wings
Surround me again
Lovo master where you go by
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
alone
No, you can't stand up all by yourself
You can't stand up alone
You need the touch of a mighty hand
You can't stand up alone
And trouble, I have
to lose to risk a touch up
Gifting luck up is tragic strategy
Jewels ta pigs, being struck up, by a down strike
Early outs for pride don't help the bruh
your likin' the style
Drumbs the bass the master plan
Nice guitars the mics in our hands
[Chorus]
Strong all along, strong all along
Come to find
the law without being represented by an attorney
Overqualified, for all technical institutes
I get the job done when you barely make it past
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