Masters Of War
(专辑: A.I.R. (Art Imitates Reality) - 2016)
Masters of war Build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy All the
money you made will never buy back your soul Yeah Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga I
verbally murder these niggas Blame on a
bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas I
ain't worshipping these niggas Man it's curtains for these niggas Man I'm hurdling these niggas Put a
[?] on these niggas Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas Pick up a
leaf and I
roll up the
purplest weed in them Bobby Ray cold as a
negative thirty degrees winter The
world is so cold that a
Po' gotta murder to eat dinner The
world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner [?] some perfectly creased denim Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim Feel like the
youth is lost and ain't no reaching them By day I
be teaching them By night I'm a
heathen, um Chilling with freaks in a
ghetto [?] Plus a
norwegian, look like [?] Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I
hear they was leasing them" So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum dumb The
world is a
stage, America steady policing them Niggas don't want the
facts, just the
convenient ones All the
money you made will never buy back your soul Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back I
expose facts, that's why my phones tapped Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back Niggas behave the
same as how they souls act Like a
high school kid back when I
would smoke blacks I
would light up the
whole pack, stinking up the
whole class Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path Crisis, I
see Isis, slightly blind from these devices Might be bias, Michael Myers What you want, I'm [?] Ha ha ha ha, [?] Stacking my cheese on top, top top top I
put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot [?] Look at my life, how is it perfect? All the
hell I
survived, yeah I
deserved it So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the
serving All the
thoughts on my head are quite disturbing [?] So whenever I
die, I
die with purpose, mother fucker Bandz All the
money you made will never buy back your soul Yeah yeah I
defy the
limits, penmanship is wicked I'm my only master and my own apprentice How do I
present this, tryna find a
sentence Guess to some extent I
feel the
end is near and clear of all your vision Cold as cryogenics Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics I've been in the
kitchen, all the
points I'm hitting I'm just too direct, no such thing as [?] Kick the
shit now quit your bitching Now cut the
shit, let's get to business I
try to show what's hidden Try to paint the
picture, guess you just ain't photogenic Get offended Make you see the
veil then I
lift it Been to hell it's [?] visit Here's a
breath of fresh air, it's been a
minute, aye How to make a
murderer, better yet How to make a
terrorist, better yet How to start a
civil war, better yet How to tax America, yeah yeah Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic Don't panic, follow the
rabbit Bandz