snake rise on dice Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for mics All my shit be high priced I’m slashing dikes Feel me Liftin thugs out they crease it’s quickly Shift two keys
Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my
! No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish Big **** just like a bus full of Japanese tourists or it's styles that flow like Hudson River debris ship quarter keys
of the colored man who claims he holds the keys to the safe Secrets of the world, blow him in his face Who's the master of the universe, galaxy and planets
Ha ha ha ha Gotta laugh at that Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back Spit nothin but crack got bags of that When it come to rap I master that [
crowds O Lord they know not why they sweat me Biting's against the law in the place that I live So I lock up the door with the keys to my crib The
I been gone for a while I got west Nile its a disease Gonna buy you a drink and if you say please And then gimmie the keys, to the van Cause its mc rune with the master
gonna take you higher Minor keys and drugs Don't make a rollerskate jam Take your pick Turntable or a band? If it ain't Chuck D Or Jam Master Jay Know
Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight And here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master
Raided the neighborhood, king pen last Tuesday If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you say? Given the opportunity to tell it to the masters
darkening sky Atop the main mast I rode Near 10 stories high When up there blew an icy squall and over board went I Oh forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys
are locked inside the box Will the lady let them out Oh, the heroine, ooh, ooh, the heroine Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine Strapped to the mast
t nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! Verse One: WC Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't naytin
sky out Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master plan Yeah, got
four piercing on each side of her libia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master
enemies You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the masters
! No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish Big **** just like a bus full of japanese tourists Or it's styles that flow like hudson river debris Ship quarter keys
get it on kid Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin' forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no
