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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