Masquerade

Mic check, mic check
Turn me up
You feel that
Yeah, just bop your head to it

My Pops had played his music loud as hell
Neighbors would be mad as hell
Don't you touch that radio, boy, that'll get you killed
This that homie get your bread up
This that homie pick your head up
This that, uh
This that God body focus
We are the chosen ones, can't you tell
Never seen air, but you know that shit is real
Is the sky blue or is it just a veil
Looks are deceiving, what do you conceal
G19 or Taurus G2C by the belt buckle
Little League felt special
Only for a minute when I cracked my linebacker
Deer Park Middle with a yellow black helmet on
For school had to spray on pheromone
For all the ladies, you know me I had all the ladies
Except for the ones that I wanted
I wonder why they wanted all the bad boys
Who could touch the backboard
Please let me fast forward, this is what I asked for
This is what I asked for, used to move Nascar
Now I sit back, observe and laugh more
Can we just laugh more

We laugh, we cry
We dance, we fall
The mask outside
Is worn by all
By all
By all
The mask outside is worn

If you selling dreams I consider you a sell out
Wish the best of luck to them niggas who I fell out
Toast to the days where I didn't have to pull out
A nine to blow your mind
I'm 22 with a brain that's 22 inches
Hard life assignments, never needed extension
Extended my hand, but niggas is too defensive
Defending your pride, you probably end up in ditches
By tomorrow, I'm sorry you can't deal with your sorrow
I tried to lead, but you would not follow
Hollow souls, I could go
On and On, like Erykah's motto
They don't do it how I do it
I use this music as a conduit
Window To Your Soul, I'll climb through it
This that David and Goliath with some Style to it

Who knows when they gon blow
We just play the game til somebody chose
Til somebody chose
I don't know if it's gon be today, or tomorrow

We laugh, we cry
We dance, we fall
The mask outside
Is worn by all
By all
By all
The mask outside is worn

Put me on a tabloid, turn me to a Bad Boy
Puffin on a cloud, that's a bird, watch the pen go in
Writing as the time pass
Put it to a beat in the booth til you climax
I'm in 4D while you stuck living IMAX, I mean
Tell me if you see clear, Visine
The back of my notebook, you'll find me
Have you ever seen a giant tall as 5 feet, uh
K-9 with a flea, I'm ticked off
Black man can't live with the law
Flicked off triple K during town hall
How the fuck they throw the book at us then tell us carry on
Just got word that the prophet is coming
He running, the money abundant
My tongue is a gun and I'm dumping
I'm dumbing it down for dummies, turn up my sound beloved

Masquerade man
Take the mask off
Stay sucker free
You only get one life, yeah