MASTERS OF ILLUSION - Urban Legends lyrics

rate me

[33 second instrumental at the beginning of the song]

[scratched: "Here's a little story that must be told"]

[Motion Man]

No happy campers, rappers sit in dirty-ass Pampers

It's an assassination, public lies, now cover your eyes

My style gory Michael Edward urban Scissorhand cut

My Orenthal scamper, Hertz hurdles, slicin his apple

I'm on some tight lyrics like Bill Clinton get high and snicker

I run the United States, front nut

guaranteed to get some focus from my folks in the cut an'

they feel a partner

Runnin from home plate, goin upstairs like I'm Galarraga

I'm not that sucker duck batterer that you can bean with pitches

Spit in your mask like Romanowski did yo' face in public

Smack kids with fish wrap, I'm two rotations on the pitchback

Exploit the frontline, yo secondary, throw salutes at

Too many rappers havin slumber parties smokin weed

I'm throwin stones and rappers pillow fight with all they might

Pimp slap your whole Earth, her fat Aunt Jemimah ass works

Rappers get touched, molested, used up, and left neglected

And sell they Duke shoes for a tie in Cuban, Colombian

Paraphenalia, my styles cradle up your bald ass

Straight up I'll carry ya, and drop her off as human waste

Go kiss your broad, and tell me how my crooked stick taste

[Chorus x2: Motion Man (Kool Keith)]

Urban legend raps, with city slickin facts

(Collars with feather stencil brims to the max)

Urban legend stories, we gloatin, glory glory

(Men with styluses kid, act like you never saw me)

[Kool Keith]

Yo I'm very black, I move with skill on yo' wack ass

Kangols and bell bottoms, dressed like Grandmaster Flash

Watch the kid get hurt my penis on his girl's anus

Ask me for autographs, the thongs are tight, gimme the math

Check out the splits, saw your moms naked in Black Tail

Hustler, Penthouse, they put your wife in Barely Legal

Openin legs with a pink shore and spreadin eagle

Whatchu want boy, on RapPages call me master

Stop actin pro, cause a lot of y'all, sound homo

Panties on patios, your aunt call me daddy yo

MC's get mad, see me naked at they grandma's house

She's 59, pumps off, Nicole is lookin fine

Got Tina Turner cookin pancakes up on the burner

What's up son, gettin jealous, feelin your mom's buns

Go play your PlayStation, go study aviation

I need some privacy, drawers off, new sensation

Three eight depth with porno movies tryin to show me booty

I call Motion while your sister rubs in Jergens lotion

69 got the rubber on, eatin popcorn

Most rappers out with cold hands, eat my nuts warm

[Chorus]

[M] Urban legend raps

[scratched: "Two cool brothers that were put on hold"]