Masterpiece

[Verse 1: Mickey Factz] I'm a slave owner with a chain on him Masterpiece till my days' over No limit to the great flower It ain't Master P, it's a tank roller Minus the peace, I'm a paint thrower Who want' a piece of me? Opposite of evil, get the peace from me, peacefully Out in AZ, get the pieces of a man divided equally I went Bonita out in Phoenix at an eatery Checking out the scenery Peace sign, shout to Evil Dee Give me five feet or my man'll buck shots at you easily With the piece, I'm a peacemaker Peaceful, 'cause the piece is full I'm on my P's and Q's Without deans and school Need the juice Like Bishop when he went and put the piece to Q All City Chess piece, tell your queen to move I check mates on the scene with Blu Fuck! [Chorus: Mickey Factz] Left hand in the sky, we the best Put one finger real high if you blessed Then the other finger, that's right to the left Now move your hand from the right to your left My flow hard to mimic like Yiddish Still one of the best spitters, admit it Ain't a nigga touchin' mines when you listen to my shit You don't chew, you don't breathe You don't miss a fuckin' line [Verse 2: Blu] A piece of what everybody want' a piece of Two G's peace up on the piece once And everybody want peace till they rest in peace You see their piece of life eaten like pizza But I guess you don't mind what a peace of mind That's why I try to keep a piece of mine So every time I write a rhyme I keep peace in mind Like why ride with the piece if I'm riding in peace? I eat a piece of pie, I use a peace pipe to free my mind I keep the piece like [?] Peas in a pot, but I don't eat the peas to pass the [?] Murder beats, like they used to say Pass a fist like a peace activist After this add Mickey Factz to the Most Classic list Masterpiece [Chorus: Mickey Factz] Left hand in the sky, we the best Put one finger real high if you blessed Then the other finger, that's right to the left Now move your hand from the right to your left My flow hard to mimic like Yiddish Still one of the best spitters, admit it Ain't a nigga touchin' mines when you listen to my shit You don't chew, you don't breathe You don't miss a fuckin' line [Verse 3: Mickey Factz] Here go' my peace offering I've got the seats pouring in Streets marketing, radio, peeps calling in Keep honoring, crazy flow, keep orbiting Outer space, he's Morpheus Red or blue pill, need more of it, we' storing it Media out, reporting it I'm from the future, DeLorean, cheap ornament 'Cause I'm still on the top, Victorian Landscape, handshake secret, Victoria Man, wait, y'all are the weakest, some Victorias Stand straight, praise the most high, he's glorious Hand in the air, I'm coming with peace, officer But I'm black, so I yell back "Peace, officers!" No, I don't got me a gat, or piece, officer I'm in a manger, waiting for a peace offering I'm a master, peace [Chorus: Mickey Factz] Left hand in the sky, we the best Put one finger real high if you blessed Then the other finger, that's right to the left Now move your hand from the right to your left My flow hard to mimic like Yiddish Still one of the best spitters, admit it Ain't a nigga touchin' mines when you listen to my shit You don't chew, you don't breathe You don't miss a fuckin' line This is the difference between MC-ing and rap