Diabolic - The Master lyrics

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Diabolic - The Master lyrics

Uh-huh Diabolic Will show you how to do this Game's of rap now Triple O, Brookyln Ac now Check it I'm not at all a baller, I'm a soldier for bread Yeah I pop bottles with bar fights over ya head b**h you gave good brain, but I'm over ya head Kind of like when I rhyme, I'm over ya head Forced to dumb it down, so y'all know what I said But I'm over the game, it's game over instead What I've learned lately, made me stir <--(?) crazy I learned Nina's a dead president's first lady Left my nerves shaky, provoking violence On every soldier who broke the code of silence You need to open your eyes, see the ultraviolet Before I open 'em for you and slash both your eyelids Broke and wildling, raw gram bagging Two chicks jumped on my dick like it's the bandwagon So busy braggin' 'bout the rocks you picked off Put a gun in your waist and almost shot your dick off So pay attention to what I say and mention I'm trying to own New York down to the mayor's pension Can taste the tension, streets is talkin' And the beast is hawkin', on every read <--(?) he's walkin' Lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements So proceed with caution, or see a coffin I'll read your fortune, to see the future Squeeze a ruga <--(?), serve beef like Peter Lugar D's and troopers, the first of three targets To get set up ??, for first degree charges Any rapper you put verses me garbage I'd rather serve a demon, burn the weed harvest You cannot be hood, you Hollywood p**y Well Bolic just want that Hollywood p**y I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep Blastin' heat, knives slash and butcher 'Cause y'all punk b**hes like Ashton Kutcher Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse Defeats out my pipe's range <--(?), can't afford to lose Money talks, it speaks and I listen And life's the b**h with bare feet in my kitchen Screamin' and b**hin' so I'm plottin' for wealth Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself Diabolic, Triple O, Brooklyn Academy Got cats scared to battle me Packing jams with capacity Game over