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of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine

will I surrender
I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
How splendid, I guess my project had

renouncing his inheritance
That's legal to do in the State of New Jersey, of course it is, that's right
You're the master spellcaster on Earth
You've

in my court of Camelot.  I must speak with your
lord     and master.
GUARD #1:  What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR:  Yes!
GUARD #1:  You're using

went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced

that was sealed and I give it all I've got

The art of persistence starts ticking my wish list
But business is business so while the iron's hot

Bump this track bitch
Big Dawg Status, The most vicious shit on the planet
Tune in or get tuned out
Let's get to the business, Let's get

an office, fuck a job in an office
I'm just tryna be self made, self made
Captain of my ship I just set sail
A master of my art on some sensei
Get my pockets

it's a way to convey
The unspoken stories of the city, alive in their spray

Pip learns the art of camouflage, blending with the night
His creations

again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

Temple

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

starts, I tried to master the art, come on!

Boy we hoppin
Boy we hoppin now
Boy we hoppin
Boy we hoppin now

Mastered the art of communication
Boy I got the gift of gab
This is verbal

frenemies demon seeds won't get the business
When I speak these lyrics
So if y'all oppose YHWH then y'all oppose my way
Cause I walk in YAH ways
Knock knock

to the moon
A Vagabond
With a couple of masters
Along the way
My lack of communication
I disappear without shame
Determination with that what?
Knowledge of self

Biggie in that suburban must be a master
How I whip niggas stripe them of courage
They speaking in rubbish fuck it communication is lacking yea yea un
I’m

thing's a work of art so I know we about to get sketchy 
I was drawn to you just the way you move is sexy 

Ugh it’s a master piece 
I wanna freaking grasp

I'm just out to be what is destined
A master of myself, just watching what I may step in
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, I got protection

were masters
Of hunting and fishing
And courtesy came from the heart
And yes there was medicine, love and religion
Intertribal communication by drum
But

at the top of the key
No minimum wage, I'm collecting the checks
Got me so many queens, I'm the king in the chess!
I see you making moves
Abusing the art if

Even the blind can hear art that stimulates their mind
On this journey to find an oasis of inspiration in these troubling times
And you use this muse

never fill them out
Collect checks make them connect and fill them out
LLC's we went legit the business route
The art of war we making moves who want

A pity we don't love art

We give riddance to the foolishness
Diffusive is intuitive, ideas are eluding us
It's business as usual
Deductive and precise,

I still rap, still tap them beats
Still mix and master records for talented peeps
Still got the same love for the stage and the mic
Let me get right