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Taste me you will see more is all you need
You're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your Master (master)
Your life
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
We adapt, Slank, I be the master of my craft nigga
How is that, doja in the air, Samurai Jack
Any habitat I be the master of my craft nigga
Facts
Rip pray to me
Your about to meet god
The master of black
Plan your attack
It's grim to the reap
Black out on a creep
Rip pray to me
Your about
attack man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Heart attack
Weighs in at two seventy five
My man is lucky to be alive
attack man
Going nowhere, you got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Weighs in at two-seventy-five
Yeah, my man is lucky to be alive
He's
(verso 2)
above the german lines
two masters of the winged machines
start a dogfight
November 16
history was made
a attack of a british squad
who
Superman for as long as you can
Wondering what's the purpose without living a life so grand
The worst hand is having the world without a master plan
I
And I know that he got me
I am the master's plan
For I know that he guides me
And I know he'll be there
And I know that he got me
I am the master's plan
beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my
beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my
no payment plans its full purse-full
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealing with
Throw your hands in the air (big business)
sleep
I guess if I ain’t selling my soul to the devil
I’ll never get rich
But this is my life my life
I’m focused on master plan
But this is my life my
roll the Sweets
T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T
It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P.
We so tho'ed you can't
in the air
Throw your hands in the air
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin' with
Big house, throw your hands in the air, big boats
Big cars,
No plan of attack for this emotion
But now I'm sure
That somethings wrong
As a kid down at the shore
I could of swore
This world could glow
And now I
there
He's a dude with a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Drivin' into downtown right on time
Smokin' like a pistol aimed on line
and probation
Still the plantation
No firework no celebration
Fuck the 4th
They attack the victim then the Criminal who attacked the victim Aa Accuses
The victim
got no style)
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack I
and RandB pavin' the streets of Bel-Air
From the sales of singers, no longer here
The bigger killer, get the bigger share (eheheheh)
Now the ones I attack
a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Drivin' into downtown right on time
Smokin' like a pistol aimed on line
Waitin' for the tingles in his back
we plan
Understand and understood God
See we goin' show them the strength in what we doing
Cause this is for he babies (indeed)
That's why it's
see me land on my back?
Strategic plans of attack prevent
That from happening, imagining
I would never get fucked like abstinence
Enough knowledge
from grace
Hear whispers in the air layback and self care
The silver lining's in the clouds keep our pupils to the ground
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