[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Hercules, n***a, you heard of me, n***a
I verbally murder these n***as
Blame on a b**h n***a look like some Burt's Bees, n***a
They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these n***as
I ain't worshipping these n***as
Man it's curtains for these n***as
Man I'm hurdling these n***as
Put a hurting on these n***as
Ah ah ah, skirting on these n***as
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 n***a 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 f**ing cerebrum numb
The world is a stage, America steady policing them
n***as don't want the facts, just the convenient ones
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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, b**h, give my coat back
n***as 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 cla**
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, b**hes they scheme and plot
(?)
Look at my life, how is it perfect?
All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it
So I'm sh**ting on n***as with twice the serving
All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing
Same dude in the booth that (?)
So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother f**er
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[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 hinting
Kick the sh** now quit your b**hing
Now cut the sh**, let's get to business
I try to show whats 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
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