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 hurting 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
That's 'cause the world is as flat
As 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 and a ghetto Eritreans
Plus a Norwegian, look like I least see them
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 numb
The world is a stage
America steady policing 'em
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 ten floors highers
Ha ha ha ha, I gonna be the block
Stacking my cheese on top, top top top
I put my team on top, bitches
They scheme and plot
Whippin' the meanest drop
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
Same dude in the booth that I am in person
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 hinting
Kick the shit now quit your bitching
Now cut the shit, let's get to business
I try to show whats 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 a limpy 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
All the money you made will
Never buy back your soul
Don't panic, follow the rabbit
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