KutMasta Kurt - Masters of Illusion lyrics

"Master of the mystic arts In the name of the omnipotent Oshtur, I create you And bid you watch, carefully" [Hook: repeat 2X] [K] Masters of Illusion [M] Stay focused (stay focused) stay focused (stay focused) [M] Stay focused (stay focused) [Kool Keith] Rappers are weak, most of them belong to Romper Room They talkin bla bla, baby stuff a lot of rah rah I close my ears out, windows down, I don't hear 'em Commercial raps turn pop, two years they get dropped Stop makin tracks, factories stop they vinyl wax That's on the pressin plant, break 'em down, to a compound Most of these acts get tough while labels hate they bu*tcrack Rip out your rectum, your spinal cord, I dissect 'em Stop your limit, your style old like Dodge Plymouth Chevrolet, Cabrolet, your mic sounds in the hallway Groovin you looped it, you start to write, you sound stupid Your engineerin level, ba** and kicks sound like treble Mix on your Tascam boards, yo cheap extension cord You're no comp for me, your corny style smell like pee pee I ride the C-C, while girls on the train beep me Pump up my pager, models move, style major Workin that stage back and forth like we Chuck and Flava Rapamatic automatic, an' erratic fanatic Fantastic measure, for your rappin pleasure (oh yeah) [Hook] - 1.5X [Motion Man] I'm kind of like a pothole in the field n***as gotta jump or move, or shake around Either way they got to yield How you gonna rap and sport a 'fill You walkin in the middle of a storm I co*k back smack the backside of your mug Attack and leave your a** deformed Often don't believe when I perform I'm givin you what you need to feel That funk that comes around the backside of your head Now orbitin for real I'm off that bomb from East bay That smoke that'll {?} five But I take twenty sacks straight to the head, so here's my 25 Y'all know that Motion Man is live, and I'm about to make a switch On it like a Satchel Paige pitch My amazement will amaze them and truly daze them Drug 'em like a fix, or maybe I'll drag 'em like a race I don't talk behind their back I tap 'em on the back and bring it to their face I'm Donovan Bailey in a race, MC's pull up limpin So far, no rap star, will match my lyric bazaar I'm so crazy conceited, rhymin 12 years with no money Yo kid check it I'm heated, all y'all n***as blades of gra** While I'm Lawnmower Man, crankin up with a full tank of gas Pbbbbt, clearin the field [Hook] - 1.5X "I have seen too much"