Ain't You Da Masta
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Uh-oh
One time for your mind
Kid Dyno-myte's the name
Comin' at ya, live from 187 land
And it's those guys again
Led by that man
None other than...
Here comes the jam, yo punks, guard your dome
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, Jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout
(Ain't you the Masta?) Yep, I always been, and then
I'ma stab a fuckin' critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a witch when I kick it
So break out your scales and charts and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep, I hope you hate me
'Cause I'ma keep on bringin' it, I'm swingin' it
Sharp like glass until your punk ass is singin' it
Riff-raff, your whole damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm phatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of rap science, oh yeah
Beam me up, Steady, there's no skills down here
So there, you little punk sittin' in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score, kids, I swear
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
"What in the world are you talking about?" I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
"What in the world are you talking about?" I'm the Masta
I hits you hard, kids, you're barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like Pelรฉ, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, Masta, off-beat, the healer
Rap styles diesel like a eighteen-wheeler
So get that weak style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop rhymes long like Nostrand Ave
So danger, I'm burnin' from Monday to Sunday
I'm hot like some niggas ten-deep in a Hyundai
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sackin' your wack and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket
You know? I know, you know? I know
You know? I know, well, yo, follow where I go
Chain stop this crazy thing
If I sing some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be seen on covers of like twenty-seven books
But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you crooks
You're only as good as your last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, everybody want an interview
But then, oh, how quick do they forget
With no hit, they like, "Who's that?" They full of shit
And straight up, my patience is startin' to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your head was a airport
Say cheese, you thief, let me see your teeth
'Cause I'm "ultramagnetic" like Kool Keith
So abra-cadabra, presto and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda strange, yo
It drops here, it drops there, it's off, then it's on
To the break of, to the break of dawn
Here I come with bones by the sack
With spray paint, I tag my F-in' name on your back
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
"What in the world are you talking about?" I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
Ain't you the Masta? Yep, I'm the Masta
"What in the world are you talking about?" I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta
I'm the Masta