Tru Master
Inspectah Deck; Kurupt; Pete Rock
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"Ladies and gentlemen" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"
"I like to know"
"Are you ready for star time?" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"
"Yeah"
"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know"
"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what
This is, comin' down through the audience"
"But look like it just came out of the basement"
"Y'know what I'm sayin'?" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"
"Thank you, because now"
"Alright, let's bring to the stage"
Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix
Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks
Savagely attack this, blast with
Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain
Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain
In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game
I bang with the big boys, those who hold names
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score
You can never measure to the standard
Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic
Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off
Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off
Plots to knock me off were stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)
Original rap with new school leaders (True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains
("I'm a true master, you can check my credentials")
("Master in the MC field")
("Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher")
("From the master, from the master")
Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail
Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille
In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops
Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar
Miraculous lyrics that tread water
A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect
Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck
Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen
In the game of life, I play all positions
Stop, look and listen, the total package
Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother
All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)
Original rap with new school leaders (True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains
("I'm a true master, you can check my credentials")
("Master in the MC field")
("Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher")
("From the master, from the master")
I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster
I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes
Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives
Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect
Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh
I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop
More ways to get paid, more ways to display
More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray
God is good, growin' up in the hood
Done some things bad, done some things good
Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals
Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas
We at the scene, I quake ya
Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams
Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans
Explode and reload and dump machines
Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all
I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw
Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat
"Master of the art"
"We the sharpest motherfucker"
"With the beats, with the rhymes"
"Check this out"