Lyrics:
holding to the Master's hand
The Master's hand is always held out to us
And it will lead us to the promised land
And the evil of this world cannot
let me hit that shit, sssss) [Coughs]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0
[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match with this rappity-brat
Plan
Thinking of a Master Plan
Rest in peace to Prodigy
And the real emcees who killed it periodically
All the time, when they got on the mic, I do this
Plan
Thinking of a Master Plan
Rest in peace to Prodigy
And the real emcees who killed it periodically
All the time, when they got on the mic, I do this
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time all I know
Time
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
Here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
To ya relative
In
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
by Producer.
b. For the avoidance of doubt, you do not own the master or the sound recording rights in the New Song. You have been licensed the right
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace
Yo where you headed
I'm trying to get to mastery
Dug, hop in
That's love
It's all good man, I was headed that way already
You like audiobooks
Master
their spirits, crush their hearts
Not even death will set them free from this pain
Charge
Ride them down as they flee from our steel
Draw their
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
Yo, yo, this is for all you rappers out there
Try make it in the beat, but it ain't do shit
So I introduce Master King
By Tyga, who's killing it
Master the Phat Master
It's the P the M the P the Phish
And i'mma do it like this i'mma do it like this
Ya'll
Shipbronx in the house what's up?
Galaxy in
mouth
Bae I'll tell it
Tell me what it is
I'll tell you what it isn't
This ain't no partnership
You're the master
I'm the lost kid
In your, playhouse
their spirits, crush their hearts
Not even death will set them free from this pain
Charge
Ride them down as they flee from our steel
Draw their
The offspring of the unknown gods beautifies the aura of this
dying breed.
So they succeed in their quest for continued time.
Celebrate.
The knowledge
Nearly every mapper of new digitalism forsees human-made computers taking over the natural Universal computer.
This is in part because they see
and Rocky Young the masters / baller hall of fame jerseys in the rafters / degree to be an eligible bachelor
So free I be eligible me Rocky Young I be
Hall (got it all in Wall)
In Wall Hall
We got it all in Wall
Started in Wall
Bryden live with me that boy got it all
Then I met Day walking by in
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