Soul Kid Klik - Masters of the Game lyrics

[Hook: all] I'm on a path to perfection, travelling a road Where evil souls be lurking at the intersection I know my destiny's to shine like gold For the Soul Kid name, be a master of the game [Infamous Mr. Savage] Yo, my third eye elevates, and focuses the heat it generates To the Earth, til it disintigrates Born a master of the game, the Solar Controller Who crushes and civilized minds like a bulldozer It's all over, when I return like Jehovah Crossbow co*ked on my shoulders, dropping j**els like boulders They should of told ya, the Infamous, I reign superior Inferior crews, who lack get pierced exteriors, now Who be the master of this so called game? When I hit the self destruct bu*ton, and blow this world to flames Ain't nothing changed, I'm from the woods, it stays the same Where Sleepy Hollow point tips, penetrate ya brain Remain still, cuz thoughts k** whenever I build Reveal Truth, on the real, manifested through sk** My team is coming on hard, and can never be stopped, cuz Not only did I master this game, I got it locked [Storm Da Ghetto Mutant] Hip hop, hoes, tempted by money and gold f**ing for the demo or a spot up in a video Waiting on the Meth to get they titties s**ed Third eye shut, no knowledge of the steel you clutch Your style fraudulant, posin' as a lyricist You're living off the thoughts of another man's consciousness Corrupted seeds, lost in a wilderness Making it hard, for the true to exist But I persist, discipline to master it The art of sparking, building with the intellect System immune to the ways of the harlot Storm Da Ghetto Mutant, got y'all b**hes marked for target Smashin' fantasies of the rap starlet Trail blazing, going into waters uncharted Wide awake, never sleeping on the path Making b**hes feel the wrath, from a master of the craft! [Hook] [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] Yo, my style was translated from ancient cave writings Of pictorial hieroglyph depicting pharaohs smoking spliffs Shinee Sonji Sunji So, which in ancient Chinese means, act like you f**ing know! Or should I say f**ing knew? The essence of my lessons is blueprinted within you Mad Komposa, muthaf**a, sample chip orchestrations from the heavenly harp conductor I'm bungee jumping off the surface of Uran*s Creating sick test tones, breaking microphones into fragments Yo Infamous, please hand over the magnets I'm try'nna make a truth serum from electrified Zagnuts Because G-Clef, I be the bu*terfinger You know, the dusty track gutter slinger humiliating ya stutter singer My baseline pattern predicts the future And if ya style crash, don't worry, I'll just reboot ya [Goodfella Mike G.] Yo, Neapolitan, paisan, Calabrese Cosa Nostra faction from the Castamalo race Sicilian Godfather boss of bosses, mafioso Organized crime underground virtuoso Black hand, made man, avanti magisterial Syndicate chief, goomba grand imperial Mustache Pete, all world Don Vito Operating undercover, quiet as kept, incognito The master of the game with the Rothstein brain I maintain like Gigante with the claim 'insane' I'm the Mikey Francese, the Don Genevose Carlo Gambino, Sam Anthony Calisi Or Frankie the Wop, Pete the k**er, Mickey Eyes The mobster murder incorporated wise guy Goodfella Mike G., you know the man you all fear Time to make the pasta, get the f** outta here [Blakspik] I was born son of Ham, cuz my skin tone is that of the original Who ruled the savage land with an iron hand My mind's possessed with stress that is evil I look into my inner soul but still have no control They say the eyes are the window to the soul But how can I control what I can't touch and can't hold? I'm frustrated with the cards life has dealt me I try to maintain, but I'm deaded by the Devil's reign My circumference is evil, but I don't care I face the east immovable in the square Teleport my thoughts so I become the master Stressed to test, and say farewell to the flesh Who makes war with the beast, the revelation quotin' ? Stepping into battle, with my vest and my pistol smokin' So beware of the click that's coming at cha Joakim the Blakspik, Born Power Who's the master?