lirik lagu buck 65 - masters of the world
now once again, when djs see me do this
they was like we hate your guts and you’re ruining records
and they was like who the f~ck do you think you are
upheaval, eruptions, abrupt evil
destructive and corrupt people
zebra and a stuffed eagle
who had trouble in the monkey house
l~st for blood and bitter hatred
getting tired, setting fire to the ground that you consider sacred
monuments obliterated, dominate the rival faction
dance like zombie michael jackson, frightful motorcycle accident
unbridled passion, wicked witches’ spells and children’s prayers
pitiless cities and most insidious the billionaires
show ‘em how the sk!ll compares to the great lanky canadian
hittin’ hundred mile an hour fastb~lls at a yankee stadium
afraid and frankly radiant
the devil wears the boldest fashion
the oldest captain’s back
and now they’re sweatin’ like aroldis chapman
dope ‘em with the coldest rappin’, open up the floodgates
tribunals and club dates, dirty needles and dub plates
substrates and enzymes with end times
[?] the smallest coffins are the heaviest
blessed are the bold
for they shall be masters of the world
cursed are the righteously humble
for they shall be trodden under cloven hoofs
slippin’ in the blackness patterns
attacking extra batting practice, straight disastrous
taking a vacation in damascus with das efx
not nice but not the classic evil either
check the microphone and run it through the graphic equaliser
poison rain and lethal fire, endless stream of sh~tty clones
gritty tones, skinny bones, tryna pass the kidney stones
audio and videos, body blow the illest rhyming
tripping on the psilocybin, listening to phyllis hyman
steel sharpener, i’m the rival carpenter
warning bells of harbingers, here comes the final arbiter
garbage eater isn’t subtle, some are having vision trouble
used to keep it nice and dirty, now their sound is bridge and tunnel
finding my religion function when the body dumps the soul
hardened by the months of cold
the cowards are sh~tting lumps of coal
assumptions hold, free flowing something
and the seeds sowing as they say
when you’re going through h~ll, keep going
blessed are the iron~handed
the unfit shall flee before them
cursed are the poor in spirit
for they shall be spat upon
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