DJ Hoppa - General Winter lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Master] Riddle me this. How'll your fans get the word out after All of their breath's taken away? Tough enough to Have your parents choose my side. Have you die in an apparent Suicide. Rap the only time that crime pays. I'm so Raw. Move like Ray Charles when I rap, I'm blind And if I did see you and me, it'd be black and white You move like Ray Charles when you rap cause you lackin' sight Set fire to you and that blanket you would grab at night. Master Young Everything You've Ever Regretted. Young Fact About Yourself That You Have Never Accepted. It was All good. Anything you dreamed, you could get it until that Pow came and ruined that whole thing like reddit. Swing Dare ya. Whatcha gon' do to the kid who immovably Sees himself as a failure? I'm bulletproof That young adult slangin' thunderbolts. Aimin' for the Forehead. Told 'em it was Voldemort. Tip your waitress Lookin' community to Harvard, Dartmouth, Princeton Cambridge. Squared done Slumdog Millionaire'd the whole Entire situation. No contest Master Monkey Wrench thrown to halt the whole process And the hook would drop here if I had written one You army strong, but you don't think that army finna run when that General Winter come? Gonna be first, second Third, or that one guy everyone says should've won National City. Northridge. I'm already six Deep in this coast. I was born dead. Came to drain your Brain of all the trash it was force-fed. Still got a migraine? The scar on your forehead. You forgot already Such a nuisance. And for the record, my last Record dropped a year ago. I ain't write nothin' new since And I still got laps on these excuses for Entries. Take notes, this is how you do this correctly Heavens to Betsy. Gabriel's back on his spastic Rap tip. Take cover. You're leagues under You're gonna take that? You gonna let that Clinically depressed kid of all people just say that? You're as Hopeless as you were on the night you were born. And I Hope you feel ashamed about what you like in your p**n, creep I may show up every Haley's Comet but when I Drop, it's a Shakespeare sonnet. It's a paintin' by Pollack It's an ancient Greek goddess. It's a rap Just checked in to say hi and remind you o' that. But sit Tight. I've been grindin' my axe. Let 'em know that this year Mr. Master is finally back. (Squared)