you gotta drip it like it's marble cake Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass
for me is now complete bleed for me slaughtering and murdering mankind a raging storm of violence ripping through all i despise destroyer of the masses
flesh re-animator of slaves exhuming doom from the grave guardian to the gates of infinity i telepathically control the souls who worship me through the merciless mass
tone of a vocal thrown and then kick it Don't be surprised if your eyeballs swell I know it's hard to regard 'cause I'm loved by the females Masses of
a drummer get wicked The tone of a vocal thrown and then kick it Don't be surprised if your eyeballs swell I know it's hard to regard 'cause I'm loved by the females Masses
bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass
crushing Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing Hard like a criminal, and I'm subliminal In my own right I'm dope cause it's original Funky, unmistakibly so When the vocals
crowded Fuck around and doubt it, and get that ass louded The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC, MCs, MCs, MCs freeze I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses
main purpose to my service is to make MCs nervous No one will serve this, superb is my skill Niggas, get chills as I spills 'em I kills them with vocals
and eat foods that are unpronounceable Keep me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles has been depressing And undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers teach me added lessons To the mass
fx Conform to all his whims, an interpretive text But he'd sing for the masses if he just had the time With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is
em Bringin' mass to the media, thedia Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia Causin' pandemonium How to rock the auditorium Vocally
quot; "wes" The maestro "fresh" "wes" Maestro "fresh" "wes" You're a lyrical lucifer, big beat burgular My monologue make me a mass
[Chorus] (Background vocals: She grew up too fast Now she's a star) I'm Reason I'm Recluse He's Phantom We're coming (x2) [Verse 1] Her American
Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the mass of twelve welders
priceless fossils Many a sad sullen pieta - Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze In my collection Facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass
raps, stay fresh, more ultra to the V I?m clutching microphones and roamin' thru them zones And melodies I release serk ambassadors and vocal tones