Lyrics:
This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe
This style, they say music gives new life
From a source inside that is forever flowin'
This stage
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
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
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
like to gloat
But we distance
I put in the work
And you missing
You hitting my phone
I'm dismissing
All by my lone
On a mission
Niggas they talk
Like
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
a comedy master
Lie that you spit is a comedy special
I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him
Do you decide what to say with a smile?
Do you decide what
created a story
Of love and despair
And everyone was captivated
By the display
He's the master of strings, the strings of fate
His show is a work of art
On every single stage we stand
The people in the crowd throw hands
And every single word demands
That you understand we're standing
On a platform not
move, with every beat we drop, we'll make Them groove
As the master of this melody, the king of the sound, I'll take this beat and I'll turn it Around
on the stage controlled
They worship their wicked lies
Controlled like puppets on the stage controlled
And were told to sacrifice
Tortured like rodents in your
Searching for his way in life, there was Grasshopper
Greeted by the lord of all the strings that destined night
If you wish to express yourself
caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit
you know you're judas and I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it through the stage in the rage of a beast
Step in the arena
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.
When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.
You're right.
There is no diff
flame; then smoke; ashes a dust to dust.
Contact is compact when I bust.
Mc's are now in a massacre;
A disaster a... Master at fashion; a beat to death.
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
for a pop star
'Cause we all play the background, but mine's a rockstar
Yeah, so if you need me I'll be stage right
Praying the whole world would
Young PD star the new world
Coronation never can’t stop
Proud lion should be wake up
Came on stage shaking the
Shaking to the world
I'm all alone
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