Lyrics:
a scholarship
I'm hotter than degrees that a doctor ain't acquire yet
Yes I own my masters
Contracts
I’m not sighing yet
Associate the laughter
With the people
that Tronic
Back in the days they sayin'
Sip gin and tonic or Martini
And devise a plan to make sure my team eats
And by my team I mean my queen and my
Thats cuz dame taught me well
While y'all were learning recorders
I was rapping Illadelph
Tryna master my 4s
Already rocking Air Force
You can't level
my boy
Got love for my pace out fen gone see
On this one, man got their moneys worth
Come let, buy one, get one free
I am the master, I'm Jet Lee
Man
yall
Southside Southside Southside
West, west west yall
East east east yall
Southside Southside Southside
Respect Verse
Thinkin
of a master plan
N
to live for than I know yet
The master plan
So clamoring
What's definite
Now exploding
What if action amounts to sin?
In orange plastic, so paper
a minute since I last collabed
Still, putting tracks in the casket
Funny how this rap shit sort
Of like a master plan
Watch, no gold chain still
Kill mics
Still sleeping like a bottom bunk
Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy
Like I got them drunk
I master the flow these up
And comers have only spilt
I
police, videur, toc, toc (toc, toc)
Le temps s'écoule, tic, tac
(tic, tac) donc j'le visser en tac, tac (tac
Tac) tu m'as l'air chelou, t'es qui?
(T'es
rain
Used to walk through the halls feeling all types of pain
Master of the elements I walk through the rain
Now I run this fucking dojo
Bitches acting
Well, I'm strolling through the sky, thinking I need to find some land. My wings are growing salt, I wonder if there's a plan. My eyes have turned
But now has come the time to attack
To even the score, bring the balance back
Our plan set, the blueprints burned
We're on our way to claim what we
Sociopath, throwin' the math, yo my whole staff's
On attack, on the rap, check the warning track
Rap quarterback, leadin' the Patsies in the stack
When the,
Necro the man with the master plan on the phone with God
Had to kill the scrod on a mission to scam
In the den my friends MNO productions
From the youth's
chicken got my trap lookin lovely
And I'm over bigger up in dawg
I'mma huge it
Fou Fou to cutless, same color as master
Cost me 5 bricks
But it's ragged up
Aerodynamik
Lauschangriff, Fuck it, Johnny Mnemonic
Vernetzt, Run DMC Jam Master Jay
Down with the king, walk this way
Catch me if you can, Air France
It's hard to understand sometimes
Is there a master plan
How do I make sense of everything I'm going through
But maybe it's not ours to know
So
music, Rebel Music, baby
[Chorus]
It's Rebel Music, put your mind into it
Right hand in the air, before you solemly sware it's
(rebel music)
It's hard to understand sometimes
Is there a master plan
How do I make sense of everything I'm going through
But maybe it's not ours to know
So
even his
closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be.
He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotter
was he who plotted
master plan has worked now I can cruise the lane
In a addiction
Bike riding
My knuckles grip tight
I've got to ride this beast
The air hitting my face
My
my nappy hair
Snizort sneezing
Blizunt blinking
Thinking of a master plan
A nappy headed playa joan
Iz-out from the crowd I stand
In a very solo clan
music, Rebel Music, baby
[Chorus]
It's Rebel Music, put your mind into it
Right hand in the air, before you solemly sware it's
(rebel music)
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