The Holstar & Teck-Zilla - Master and King lyrics

Verse 1 My Birth was an exam, math was the one final/ If life was the fatality, I am the one spinal/ Combonic move, I sonic boom but I ain't shifting crowds/ Black rise from the white powder and scream it loud/ Cocaine rush, watch my propane bust/ Get dope brain, father kids homie – old man's nut/ I'm a smooth, rude, crude, intelligent schmuck/ I spit bullets ill-logic watch irrelevants duck/ Like Pelicans cluck and Chickens fly, my Charles Dickens cry/ Men to cheat to open doors, that's why women lie/ Test the Kid they can't even try/ Took paint bristles with permanent ink and leave em dry/ Hook I'm the Master and King – I put that on everything/ Raps my thing – I put that on everything/ The crowns my ring, married to the game, this is eternal bliss I will never be the same/ The Raps my paint, the beats my canvas, paint vivid pictures as big as Kansas/ Lsk thorough bred, Z.E.D's the answer, industry's my dance-floor, the constant dancer/ The Raps my paint, the beats my canvas, paint vivid pictures as big as Kansas/ Lsk thorough bred, Z.E.D's the answer, industry's my dance-floor, the constant dancer/ Verse 2 So since the industry's my dance-floor, I'm doing the hammer dance/ And I'm too legit to quit even stick to an hour gla**/ Days of our lives, the Bold beat the beautiful/ Society decayed but the saloon is still beauty-full/ The bars packed filled with crackerjacks, brothers with mean overbites/ Grim-Jaw Jacker-Jack, Holstar is gun-less so I'm supposed to clap it back/ That's why I only murder tracks, here to extract the cataract/ The Kid's precise that's why I'm trying to be mad exact/ Roll in a Blue Phantom suicide doors advancing/ Who the guys who's glancing, Cupid eyes are trancing/ Stupid thighs hara**ing, trapped in a Vise and gla**ed in/ *Hook* Verse 3 In the beginning was the word, the word was the beginning/ And now it is heard through the world, it is deep in my soul; Translucent/ It's tattered on my heart – you can't move it/ Man was made and Woman from Man/ Flesh of my flesh, Bone of my bones, one forever/ Scribe on the stones by forefathers, drawn on the walls by ancestors/ This is an Art that you can't measure, priceless this is us/ Us is we and we is you, you are me and I am you/ The grand plan, built in the tower of Babel/ Communicate to brethren through common apparel/ It ‘s all in my blood soaked shoulders and shawl x 3 *Hook*