Stanley Robinson - Follow the Master lyrics

[Hook] Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master [Verse 1] If you don't move the crowd and ain't a master of the ceremony Or a microphone controller you are not an emcee So don't ever disrespect the homie World cla** title holder born and raised in MD Known to get the party poppin quicker Then stripper with vodka in her so they gonna clap for me But I ain't talkin' booty cheeks Slick with the dudy speak, sh** talk mastery ...I'm Mugen with a blue pen Samurai Champloo be damned if I can lose If I did, I put 2 L's together and make a W Dumb of you, comparing Substantial to a substitute All I do is win but it's clearly ain't your thing Then again you're more T-Pain then painting I'm art personified, all heart magnified By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive [Hook] Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master [Verse 2] f** off the stage bum You ain't doin sh** no need to tell'em to save some Crowd look well rested, had time to get adjusted Copped food and drinks and had time to digest it I'ma make'em feel like they were part of my live show No voice, clothes moist it's hotter than Cairo Watch me blow the spot when I drop my payload I got'em going wild, it ain't raining no pesos They do what I say so ‘cause my presence demands it A veteran standard, man what's better than Stan sh** I will sever they hand if they extend it to grab this sh** on everything like I've never been pampered Son'em like Frederick Sandford, been a G But I don't sale trash just so I can make a living, B I'm art personified, all heart magnified By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive [Hook] Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master [Verse 3] I be ripping up the stage like I'm tearing up floor boards You don't keep'em engage they just lay on the floor bored I have'em in a craze they gon' leave with their core sore Body crowds for days like a terrorist warlord Light up the scoreboard, go hard as mug… I'm a titan I throw swords, throat armed with a scud If you mic'em he's so raw but doper when unplugged A sight sicker than cold sores, go for a dub If you pay at the door, unless you pay in advance This ain't your regular show that's right you even can dance No need to hold up the wall, it got plenty of beams You can throw up your arms and if you're feeling it scream 2 turntables and a mic that's what I call riot gear Turn all the way up! It's about to get live in here I'm art personified, all heart magnified By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive [Hook] Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master Follow the Master