MASTERMINDS - Seven lyrics

rate me

(feat. El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq)

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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