Tru Master

[Intro: James Brown] Ladies and gentlemen (I'd like to know) Are you ready for star time? (Yeah!) Okay, well, lemme kinda move these things around here, ya know? Ladies and gentlemen I don't know what this is coming down through the audience But look like it just came out of the basement (Yeahhhhhh!!!!) Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'?) (Thank you, because.. because now..) Alright, let's bring to the stage.. [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo! Your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks Savagely attack this, blast with accurate aim Spark the flame, burn this and pop a vein Ride tracks like the Soul Train Hold ya brain in a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game I bang with the big boys, those who hold names Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains I swing blades, best bring grenades against A Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score You can never measure, to the standard Of the most popular demanded rap classic Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off Plots to knock me off get stopped short Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force [Chorus: Pete Rock] Aiyyo, we had the bass-pound speakers Shell-toed Adidas (Uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (True) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the world, cousin, 'cause hip-hop remains [Scratches] "I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" "Master in the MC field" "Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" "From the master.. from the master" [Verse 2: Pete Rock] Yo, I drop fools like hail, rap rides the third rail Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops Sergeant S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar Miraculous lyrics that tread water A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen's In the game of life, I play all positions (Kurupt) Stop, look and listen — the total package (Uh) Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing the hit faster The master of the game, solo artist by name Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame Pass with flyin' colors, the number one Soul Brother All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover [Chorus: Pete Rock] Aiyyo, we had the bass-pound speakers Shell-toed Adidas (Uh-huh) Original rap with new school leaders (True) Graffiti art names with fat gold chains Shock the world, cousin, 'cause hip-hop remains [Scratches] "I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" "Master in the MC field" "Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" "From the master.. from the master" [Verse 3: Kurupt] I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster I'm disastrous with stashes, cold and hot flashes Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives Like Zorro wit' holsters Def wit' the intellect of wizards to warlocks For sure, Akh, I'm raw, Akh Wit' four Glocks, more pop More ways to get paid, more ways to display More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray God is good, growin' up in the hood Done some things bad, done some things good Me and Pete is like rhymes and chemicals, clash! Atom bombs and mustard gas We hit the scene, I break ya, take ya to a whole different scene AR-15's and beams Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans Explode and reload, we dumps machines Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star I'm a hard Dogg, raw Dogg, hog with the gold paw Dogg Pound Gangstaz (D.P.G) I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D.P.G) I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D.P.G) Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock drop the beat [Outro] "Master the art" "He the sharpest motherfucker with the beats, with the rhymes" "Check this out.."