Tru Master
(专辑: Soul Survivor - 1998)
[James Brown:] Ladies and gentlemen (I'd like to know) Are you ready for star time? (Yeah!) Okay, well let me kinda move these things around here, ya know Ladies and gentlemen, I
don't know what this is coming down through the
audience But look like it just came out of the
basement (Yeahhhhhh!) Know what I'm saying (know what I'm saying, know what I'm sayin') (Thank you, because because now) Alright, let's bring to the
stage [Inspectah Deck:] Your highness, live from the
bricks, one six Pete Rock bang your head, break the
drumsticks Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the
mix Specialist, with the
smash hits that can flip Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim Spark the
flame, burn this inside the
vein Ride tracks like the
Soul Train, hold ya brain In the
state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a
cold game I
bang with the
big boys, those who hold name Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains I
swing blades, best bring grenades against A
Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts Spit rounds on the
floor, evidence of the
war It's on 'til the
death 'til we settle the
score You can never measure, to the
standard, of the
most Popular demanded, rap classics Pop corks while the
style knock your socks off Ghetto summer jam's got the
streets blocked off Plots to knock me off get stopped short Armed with my thoughts, move the
world with an unknown force [Pete Rock:] Aiyyo, we had the
bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (true) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the
world cousin, while hip-hop remains [Jeru:] "I'm a
true master, you can check my credentials" [Parrish Smith:] "Master in the
MC field" [O.C:] "Master, preacher, poet, a
teacher" [The Notorious B.I.G./Biggie Smalls:] "From the
master... from the
master" [Pete Rock:] Yo I
drop jewels like hail, rap rides the
third rail Transmit def styles with sign language in braille In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops Spark the
S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar Miraculous lyrics that tread water A
rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the
Scottie Pippen's In the
game of life, I
play all positions Stop look and listen, total package, yes a
true master Produce rhymes, slang hits faster The
master of the
game, solo artist by name Paint the
masterpiece that lies inside the
frame Pass with flying colors, the
number one Soul Brother All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover Aiyyo, we had the
bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (true) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the
world cousin, 'cause Hip Hop remains [Jeru The
Damaja:] "I'm a
true master, you can check my credentials" [Parrish Smith:] "Master in the
MC field" [O.C:] "Master, preacher, poet, a
teacher" [The Notorious B.I.G./Biggie Smalls:] "From the
master... from the
master" [Kurupt:] I'm the
epicenter of this natural disaster I'm disastrous with stashes, cold and hot flashing Masters of self, a
whole carload of explosives Like Zorro your host is Death with the
intellect from wizards to warlocks I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock with four Glocks, smallpox More ways to get paid, more ways to display More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray God is good growing up in the
hood Done some things bad, done some things good Me and Pete is like rhymes to chemicals, clash Atom bombs to mustard gas We hit the
scene, I
break ya, take ya to a
whole different scene AR-15's and beams Got 'em jumping like they swallowed a
gang of jumping beans Explode and reload, we dumps machines Radical in war, Kurupt's a
mad star I'm a
hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the
gold paw Dogg Pound Gangstaz D.P.G I'm a
Dogg Pound Gangsta D.P.G I'm a
Dogg Pound Gangsta D.P.G Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the
beat [KRS-One:] "Masters of art" [Method:] "Be the
sharpest motherfucker With the
beats, with the
rhymes" "Check this out... "