Inspectah Deck - Tru Master lyrics

[Inspectah Deck] Your highness, live from the bricks, one six Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks Verbal a**ault, rhymes rippin through the mix Specialist, with the smash hits that can flip Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim Spark the flame, burn this inside the vein Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold ya brain In the state of shock, make em drop, it's a cold game I bang with the big boys, those who hold name Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains I swing blades, best bring grenades against A Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war It's on til the d**h til we settle the score You can never measure, to the standard, of the most Popular demanded, rap cla**ics Pop corks while the style knock your socks off Ghetto summer jam's got the streets blocked off Plots to knock me off get stopped short Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force [Pete Rock] Aiyyo, we had the ba** pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (true) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains "I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" - Jeru "Master in the MC field" - Parrish Smith "Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" - O.C "From the master.. from the master" - Biggie Smalls [Pete Rock] Yo I drop j**els like hail, rap rides the third rail Transmit def styles with sign language in braille In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops Spark the S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar Miraculous lyrics that tread water A rap n***a, show respect, write rhymes that connect Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen's In the game of life, I play all positions Stop look and listen, total package, yes a true master Produce rhymes, slang hits faster The master of the game, solo artist by name Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame Pa** with flying colors, the number one Soul Brother All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover Aiyyo, we had the ba** pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (true) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains "I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" - Jeru The Damaja "Master in the MC field" - Parrish Smith "Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" - O.C "From the master.. from the master" - Biggie Smalls [Kurupt] I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster I'm disastrous with smashes, cold and hot flashin Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives Like Zorro your host is d**h with the intellect from wizards to warlocks I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock with four Glocks, smallpox More ways to get paid, more ways to display More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray God is good growin up in the hood Done some things bad, done some things good Me and Pete is like rhymes to chemicals, clash Atom bombs to mustard gas We intervene, I break ya, take ya to a whole difference scene AR-15's and beams Got em jumpin like I swallowed a gang of jumpin beans Explode and reload, we dumps machines Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star I'm a hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the gold paw Dogg Pound Gangstaz -- D.P.G I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta -- D.P.G I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta -- D.P.G Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat "Masters of art" - KRS-One "Be the sharpest motherf**er With the beats, with the rhymes" - Method "Check this out..."