Masters of War

Masters of war

Build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

All the money you made will never buy back your soul

Yeah

Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga

I verbally murder these niggas

Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga

They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas

I ain't worshipping these niggas

Man it's curtains for these niggas

Man I'm hurdling these niggas

Put a [?] on these niggas

Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas

Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them

Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter

The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner

The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner

[?] some perfectly creased denim

Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim

Feel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching them

By day I be teaching them

By night I'm a heathen, um

Chilling with freaks in a ghetto [?]

Plus a norwegian, look like [?]

Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium

Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them"

So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum dumb

The world is a stage, America steady policing them

Niggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones

All the money you made will never buy back your soul

Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back

I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped

Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back

On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back

Niggas behave the same as how they souls act

Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks

I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class

Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path

Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices

Might be bias, Michael Myers

What you want, I'm [?]

Ha ha ha ha, [?]

Stacking my cheese on top, top top top

I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot

[?]

Look at my life, how is it perfect?

All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it

So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the serving

All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing

[?]

So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker

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All the money you made will never buy back your soul

Yeah yeah

I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked

I'm my only master and my own apprentice

How do I present this, tryna find a sentence

Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision

Cold as cryogenics

Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics

I've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting

I'm just too direct, no such thing as [?]

Kick the shit now quit your bitching

Now cut the shit, let's get to business

I try to show what's hidden

Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenic

Get offended

Make you see the veil then I lift it

Been to hell it's [?] visit

Here's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, aye

How to make a murderer, better yet

How to make a terrorist, better yet

How to start a civil war, better yet

How to tax America, yeah yeah

Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic

Don't panic, follow the rabbit

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