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Masterminds - Shellshocked lyrics
[Chorus] (2x) This is the way we rock from our block to your block Masterminds is first to burst and you shellshocked We can't stop (can't stop) Don't stop (don't stop) Won't stop (won't stop) Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) [Kimani] I be giving rap cats a back slap to flash back To the last time Kimani's in town you catch that? Like half-backs splashing in Crystal Lake Returned with a mask and a flask full of jack to kill fakes I'm out for stacks of papes like Bill Gates Give it to you raw uncut like Nicholas Cage's 8 Mil tapes In a steelcage match I'm Goldberg, flow with words Of course all your vision is blurred while you cold served Now observe the plot we drop the hottest shit We all equipped, bump this while your pumping your whip Your girl be cuffing dick, trick nasty type shit You ain't seen naan, naan mc's that can rock it like this We be the M-A imperial ST - the serial Son of Sam Masterminds be sunning your mams And drop a ton on your fam, quote from a humble man I'm eating from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham Man it's scalding, prolific with words like James Baldwin So when we bring the fire next time I leave you calling out For medics and niggas know the time when I set it Or else your card gets pulled like a debit We stepping it on the 1,2 Masterminds poised we run through Like Sun Tzu, you wanted a war? So come through We got more beats, more cuts, more rhymes Don't ever in your life think you can fuck it Minds [Chorus] (2x) [Oracle] Ay yo settle down 'cause we got the tripple crown And pay attention to this precession that takes you sky bound Fasten your seatbelts -Are you ready? 'cause it's time now For this ride you may collide with these sounds Like little kids falling from park swings We make you heart spin just before reality sets in We're hittin' hard like Ike Turner in a bar Drunk with a bunch of trash talking broads acting large Yo we use your lyrics like band aids and gauze 'Cause you'll lose your head like victims of Native American wars Once we walk in ya'l get open like automatic doors You beggin like Keith Sweat in a house of whores Yo we gave you what you came for- plus the cure Cause it's sickening to hear ya'll bitching for some more pure fluid rhymes Gather for the slaughter I'm producing the juice like Jamestown E and Kimani will leave you face down Tryin ta' clown our shit your esophagus split From trying ta bite what we spit It's hard like yelling in sign language Hip Hop the game and we're it- so vanish Or you'll get tagged like the walls of a graffiti artist You're out of time like broken clocks We're hear to open shop quick like a Chinese fast food spot on your block You make the heavy metal pop We make the underground rock and shake Like an apocalyptic earthquake [Chorus] (2x) |
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