Lyrics:
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
Posin'
the front
With the bass on thump suitcase in the trunk
Gentle with the drugs heavy with the love
But it's all good I move from ex to next
I got a pocket full
Even the picture you used, the jokes and the medication
The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation
Master manipulator, you bit
switched the code
Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds
Bound to rob your neighborhood Waldbaum's
Me and my man jumpin' out Sedans
Tappin' your
master pushin' proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have
Words kill words relate
Words kill words relate
Words kill words relate
Drenched in sorrow drenched in hate
Blackened glove grabs secret data
Plans
the President
But will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the
Eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for
This capitalistic drug dealing
How
This world yearns for the simple base pleasures of forgotten life
Where every want or need leaves a record and a price
And so inside my kingdom
The compass spins and morals choke
The Master's missing from the masterstroke
Like a bald man in a barbershop
Like a base camp on a mountaintop
Like
profile on paper, mate
The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater
Of course, Polo's the boss of the cross fader
The rage is on, my rhymes
seller you open up your
Door of your bush master
Say, man waan dem drugs, mi say
Dem no jester
Dem come inna dem Benz or dem cris Jaguar
Dem nah lef' dem
a rapper
That interviews and a fashion
You assuming I’m passive
I’m really truly a master
Of lyrically moving masses
It’s true but if you attack us
I’m never
to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set
Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker
my supreme data
U could download the app
This that on the block building with the gods rap
Nas spitting It was written in the yard rap
Bomb as Iraq
geprogram
Spiritual warfare is die core van die business
Voor jy jou oe uitvee, is jou oor drom vol vulllis
Die internet is ń nuwe slave master
Kry data
Met
masters
Never hating if you past us
Niggas get ghost and moving like Casper
Shit was drastic
I grew up no father I guess I'm a bastard
Back then I heard all
gambler
Nasty amateur damage ya
Snap master without the camera
Camera, beer guzzler
The slug to your mug tussler
The drug juggler, the crazy thug
stalling out
Funny, It wasn’t the perfect picture til we cropped em out
I own the masters and the data fuck we talking bout
You couldn’t imagine the hours we
Grabé, ranché y curtí en los lados más recónditos
Pero no me arrepentí
Mambiao' espiritual sin planta
No estoy completo, eso me encanta
Mix y master me
Playboy bunny
Crazy, yuh i'm stunning
Ears like playboy bunny
I ain't never been scared of you or your daddy
And it's all big data 'til the firewall
gambler
Nasty amateur damage ya
Snap master without the camera
Camera, beer guzzler
The slug to your mug tussler
The drug juggler, the crazy thug
act grown
Halloween baby
Put your mask on
And explore yourself
Through the data base
I'm talkin money power
Could erase your faith
Put your mind
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