Masters
King Isadore the Thinker
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A yo I wanna take this time to introduce my new artist King Theodore The Banker The latest signee To Dumb Rappers Need Teaching Entertainment Everyone put ya laughs together While I chain him with this cubic zirconia masterpiece To start his career off the right way In debt Aye how come he ain't got a double cup right now Yo bitch fix that shit Yes sir As I was saying congratulations to my newest artist! May ya sales be thru the roof so you can recoup the coupe Matter of fact get on the mic Hear ye Hear ye Hear me clearly I never fear thee Or thou Tell me how To bow to clowns Indeed I've been king My whole life Since 15 I've toast mics But no dice on being a millionaire At 25 A nigga rhymed out of his mind But never would sign to a local tho I've always thought global Plus this chip on my shoulder oh Won't allow me to be called another man's artist When this god given talent And hours in the darkness Intricately articulating Thoughts to flows To differentiate my techniques From all of those Who don't respect emceeing Only have thoughts of gold And strippers who lust semen To get off the pole I walked a road solo Didn't need to sign local For studio time Or glossy 8x10 photos Cause I don't know bro That man pays for your beats The food that you eat And legally has you on a leash So I'm lost on how you a boss When you were forced to wear that outfit Album been done two years Ain't put it out yet Another mix tape Another mistake Another fifth grade attempt To get rich From a birdbrain CEO Who don't know shit About emceeing, DJ'ing Graffiti and breaking That's what we call a Culture Vulture Word to professor Damon Dash Who taught the class on independence That's why I have to fucking laugh At these independent rappers Who really get smacked up By they CEO's When they get the heart to ask for more cheerios But then get on these records Talking about all of these weapons And how if they ever feel threatened They shooting in a millisecond But when it comes to contracts hmm They went dyslexic Plus you a junkie They feed you lean and pills For breakfast Combined with ya 3rd grade education And you thinking that you banking When you signed away ya life What we're you thinking Don't let them eat off of you Or the art you pour your heart into Take the game from me Don't be a fool Og's showed us the way And what to do My nigga... what the f*ck was that You disrespecting me and my company that I'm the muthafucking CEO of Nigga, you ain't thankful I pay ya bills and feed you meals Iced out ya neck and chromed ya wheels You think you better than everybody. Well this piece of paper says you my artist so I own you! Tell ya bitch to come get on my lap I'm the man of ya house Now shut the f*ck up and rap Industry rule no 4082 Never trust a nigga with diamonds in a tailored suit Smiling in ya face like sign this And we family dude He ain't even hiding that he slimy And what he plan to do This ain't the, 60's 70's and 80's You crazy! You want my masters and publishing Damn You hate me You trying to rake me For the fruits of my labor For small potatoes All I have is my word and my balls I can't break em Plus endless flawless bars you can't take em Eagle eyes for details Nah you can't snake em I think I'm Dame Dash If he how to rap Master P If he would've did his thing On boom bap Cause true facts I move at the pace God designed It's probably hardship I could've skipped Signing the dotted line But this Don Shit That I'm with Can't be sodomized Like Beans said My brother you ain't qualified To skim a penny from a emcee Who really is a artist So ya capitalist interest Ain't my target From rap I don't need ten cents To wade the waters In Caribbean humidity Nigga I'm Izzy Carter I've always been part of Something thugs and squares can't understand How to be stubborn as f*ck And maintain the upper hand The puppet masters uncomfortable Cause they can't f*ck with bro Ain't in ya pockets Don't wanna f*ck ya hoes You can't control me I'm on my King Shit This all I know I'm on my Don shit This how I roll I am an artist Who has control Just trust the process And hold ya own I'm on my King Shit This all I know I'm on my Don shit This how I roll I am an artist Who has control Just trust the process And hold ya own I'm on my King Shit This all I know I'm on my Don shit This how I roll I am an artist Who has control Just trust the process And hold ya own I'm on my King Shit This all I know I'm on my Don shit This how I roll I am an artist Who has control Just trust the process And hold ya own
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