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Masterminds - Seven lyrics
f/ El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq [?] I'm workin hard son certain to get the job done Excuse me flirtin with stardom but not a groupie My ratin droppin a doosie watchin a movie Because what Im spittin a lot (tipper) than (hawk tooie) I spit fire all you mcs are tracking about it Try and dis gimme a mic I turn cats to liars Havent given a thumbs up get your thumbs up This isnt kids stuff fuck getting your thumb sucked This shits for grown folks dont approach Cuz I got it sewn while you players are sowin oats Id rather bless em and make em turn christian Better learn and listen or become one of my burn victims [Kimani] I be the energies of people before they say shit To peep they fake appearance like Joan River's facelift By my name of hieroglyphics you could say Im prolific I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship All aboard these concepts beyond your vision I got intergalactic the minute your block formed your opinion Born and raised off the boulevard of lyndon Where people do what they feel regardless if they're forgiven We all livin the X Generation of children and we all givin what we got to give on this mission Till this world's ended and meets with a sudden collision Yo we bring it back ten times more efficient [Oracle] Yo yo yo yo we rock harder than jams by Vincer Carter Using art of war tactics smash kids that oughta know better Than to test the clique we flow better From the NYC givin more Fitz than Ella Set it off now you wanna brawl we rock yall Cut you in half then watch you fall like Darth Maul All of these kids hatin against my one band Soundin silly like Wesley Snipes needin a sun tan I be the one man here sippin Guinness and beer As the whole hemisphere sittin quakin in fear Dont near to this kid quickly youll learn how shits flipped I got the whole world tapin my joints like Linda Tripp [El-P] Decrepit as the sweaty inner ass cheeks of Dennis Franz (???) Son of a dirty monkey the thug grabs abusive Whore and a smack before I rock toothless Ambesin, Lake and palm is bad medicine With brakes for hands dance to the pain game Worker ant rebel rebel work car radio reject the fat though Sliced nice exacto Its a sunny night for gash and lure the tact contract Killer villain sick villain Blankets for indians this here's for children Fun for the internet just say no to cigarettes You're soft as pikachu on roofies in a bathtub I can see the inexeperience in your aura slash coding The perpetrator math that you taught is eroding Fuck it im bonin [J-Live] I keep honey in my archives to transform crowds into beehives You best to be-lieve that J be Live Arrive at this conclusion upon my introduction from distance when the name rings bells you feel the suction So in order to survive while going to J-Live realize to speak wise by the way your lyrics (arrive) Because in the obstruction of justice in my construction Will lead to your abduction which leads to your destruction For those that oppose the will or doubt the skill I put you on the clock when I got time to kill And seein as how there's never been a time better than now Rewind rewards you wit a free refill [Mr. Complex] We're right here and right now how This way straight the lyrical blaw that blow you away to kingdom come Singin um me me me Im self-centered when I wore my cords Oh my lord give me strength and stamina for the extra length of the diameter Im aires and a (rameter) The same way I was diagramming-a Im figure a You're figure b ?? complex it was hard to figure me Im outspoken broken english hairline fracture words Im on some Hitchcock shit throw me along from the pack of birds Feel the vultures they about to die soon feel the typhoon Say hello to your high ass right here at high noon There's a war between these underground and these commercial acts Put us on the same stage and well just hurt these cats we hurt em we hurt em [Shaabaam Sahdeeq] we we we we we we we Crushin ya team Flushin ya dream Snatchin ya cream Tappin ya queen You faded like old Kani jeans High beam blind yo ass pull over let me pass Y'all niggas getting Getty but got sugar in your tank Bustin blanks what you think rookie Im shook here One of the best snatchin yo tek blackin yo set More for less what I expect gimme respect Tape get eject no trash in the whip we tossin yo shit Heard yo jag got bagged my man pushin that shit You comedy cat you need to rhyme on comedy jam Nothin you spit could fuck with Sahdeeq fuck wit Shaabaam You a quiet nigga why you even open ya mouth You weak like baby arms dont know what that shit about I'm ashin you out stick you wit a broken Guinness Stout No doubt before you see me Im the one you heard about All on my hustle every year they handin me bread Y'all shorties givin me head Y'all niggas barely fed I know your rep heard yo tape money you fake Money I take along wit ya life and ya wife and ya mic cuz on the real my nigga you aint rockin it right |
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