Lyrics:
ride the same waves that made the white man your master
Before Independence and Awolowo became distinguished
Before the colonization by the British I had
you know you're judas and I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it through the stage in the rage of a beast
Step in the arena
the stage, did spy work in France
Met a mademoiselle, had a minor romance
With a major result
I was a major disappointment
Ran off to the stage
Because acting
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
Come what may
Lay your eggs where it's warm
We come here to swarm
Come by sea
Swarm like smoke in the dawn
We were the young
We were the swarm
M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
Leave you enthrasted in the zone
Much to advanced to clone
Master of this urban rhyme science
Combined my
I got a phone call today from Mr. Nice
He has often called...once or twice
He's on stage in town asked me to come down
I was five minutes late I
a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the own and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all
something with a bit of ice
Kick a wicked flow that could go on all night
You wanna battle
You better think twice
I'll pull you stage right, if you got
my flow so hot like August
I can't make this up
All my gang they show me love
In the rain we pouring mud
On the stage they know it's us
In the Range
and stay
Cus they all bitches and this master dont play
All these rappers are garbage and im the fucking trash compactor
Yall like mumble but well see em
all eyes are on me
I've somehow found myself
Trapped in a tragedy
I've been forced onto the stage
By a cruel puppet master
I try to cut his strings off
Soon to be graduates best in the game
Elite Ten Council we are taking the stage
Win in whatever you name
This is Food Wars
If you threaten our ways
to a place where the laughter
Gets caught in the cobwebs right after
We've taken our meals and the master
Has turned out the lights to this song
Ah but you
gonna come out
In No Nut November
Glance at my masterpiece
While I'm still tryna master piece
Have you ever had a baklava
I'm the villain that stars in
Fear is the basis of society,
Invoked merely by the hand that is punishing.
Man is his so-called master,
And it turned him into a monster.
Man is his
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
Bound by chains to the only Son
From sinner to Pastor
Servin' the Master
I broke my box of alabaster
Sinner to Pastor
Servin' the Master
Leaving the stage
made up by chapters
But theres no script
Its impossible to see the bad actors
So to cope with the factors
We've become masters of laughter
In the wake
I tried put him on, he won't listen
Won't listen
Imma master lil boy pay attention
Attention
I can't talk man they don't see the vision
The Vision
I
begin to pray for today might be my dying day
The great mind, surpass space and time
Seven plains of energy, interlace combine
Five conscious stages
Now pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I'm a disaster
A microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto
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