Lyrics:
gyal weh you from Canada
Light up d fiyah wit' di flame na na na
Bad gyal touch di road at bana
Brap pa pa pa
Me a di whine masta
Masta masta masta
Me
即 飲み干す
祝杯 (sippin') 姿 (tippin') (一気に)
テュルソス (grippin') ぶどうを (eatin') (一気に)
雰囲気 (keep it) D style (rip it) (一気に)
この場 (kill it) let's steal it
out
Of luck, Jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout
(Ain't you the Masta?) Yep, I've always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic with his
Masta Masta Masta Masta Antò
Me guardaste a capo o per' p'è nù sguardo diffidente
E deciste d'into a cape chist' nun' sape fà niente
Capelli brizzolati e
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
If this was an opera, I'd probably say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn, but don't call me nigga, though
I
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Just a chance to live, so you can see ya kids
Yo son nah, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got
Just a chance to live, so you can see ya kids
Yo son nah, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
do
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd
the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she
Masta Masta
This is OL Masta
Masta Masta, ah
Masta Masta
Ich spring von Laster zu Laster jaja ich baller und baller
Que Que Que pasa que pasa, ich
to be able just to pay the price
The price it took to set him free
I never heard a single "thank you" at all
You'd think by now I could see
All
trop d'arrêtes
Sans forcer on les baises tous les jours sans arrêt
Tu finis comme un poisson quand plus trop d'arrêtes
On est plus fort qu'eux,
Masta
Stay tuned for a message from
GrandMastaSkunk
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
claimin' they want a weapon to rob us
My record is flawless
My method is lawless
I'm an automatic weapon nigga you just a target
The number one artist
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Sorere)
Nelwashina we
Manjeri ... Manjeri (Sore)
Manjeri ... Manjeri (Sore.. Sorere)
Uh Yeee
Song: Manjeri
Artist: Masta Beatz & Inspector Jil
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