Lyrics:
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
I'm a microphone tester, smoked out and broke out
in the back of a van with sprout and hesta
I light up like a lighter, you're a bedroom writer
standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of Kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis
There's only room for one on this microphone
In my
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
Apathy claims the surface
Takes shape, wears a face
Burning, a fed furnace
Fueled by uninspired hate
Chained to a gainless purpose
Anchored, trip
I'm gonna break yah
I'm gonna break yah
I'm gonna brrrreeaak
I know I don't understand
I know that I don't know
I take you by my hand
But I don't know
Devoid of the mask
That we try to cover it with before others
Sometimes even, before ourselves
Ah
Here, inside
Frozen by appearances
In the midst of a cold
The 98th meridian the pacific the empty blue,
Playground forest garden,
448 4th avenue easy street city by the bay, dump park traffic,
Snow drift
Call mummy Eyy
Call omah lay
Call 98 call Travis aaah
Oh no loud am,
Call mummy Eyy
Call omah lay
Call 98 call Travis aaa
Oh no loud am.
check it
i'm the fucking one without a jacket
when i play with the microphone
i rip it yes i wreck it
fools in my way
step out of my way
with this
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
oh
It's more than what you bargained for but it's a little less than what you paid for
My bowtie's come undone, my microphone hangs limp on the mic
Intro
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Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
and day[01:17.61]You just run away[01:23.73]We'd been going solitary ways[01:28.22]Guided by external signs[01:31.86]Sometimes it's the pride[01:33.98]The one that leads
caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit
blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
'Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4
And it's criminal for me to copy everything that you do
But tonight who's gonna stop me
I'm a 98 Kylian Mbappe
And it feels so wrong to be stealing your
ya men have, been barkin` up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
Dirty Bert rehearse the worse
It comes in waves of sleep, of youth, of grace
And overlapping thoughts
The curse of being slightly overjoyed by lack of quality work
Genetic
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
come alive with no schoolin'
When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I'm waiting for
Im sorry mama
Told you
We would make it by now
We still fighting
I aint ever going to give up
I disappointed alot of people but
Today, I brave
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