Masta k**a - The Road lyrics

[Chorus: sample] When the road is gone, and you can't find no way So don't you threaten my, my, my friend now It'll be another day [Bronze Nazareth] Black male, jail cell, same hell, murderous prospects Drain ale, same pale, buck shots, reign hail Same meal, stepping like robot, pain k** Trail stream from silk screen to nine mill Crush my will, cook a meal like rosewoods I'm coming for them gold goods, precision like dope head My biscuit toasted, open fine hoes, acid for flat bread Solicit, catch casket dripping, unbu*ton hostlers Embroidered clips in, Chicago Bear puff, quick to snare off Pick six to carry off his coffin While I'm often pterodactyl off white widow with horsemen Back to the Wall Street lawn, heaters and more sh** My literary literally drown your war ship Send a shell now tear up your style to the corporate First forty eight hours is never seen, no force could measure me The hunts off when he endorse my treasury Yellow apparition, smell a kush and incense I dwell on benches where the Air Force is scared to going off course Burn your after murder spree then I'm off to witness Double dutch and I don't mean the ropes, I'm off the benches Coughing endless, k** me and spends off a genius intention Bring the n***a henchmen, spend shells on and on it was expensive [Chorus] [Masta k**a] Now there's one thing I should mention, ma**ive pounds of pressure Nothing can hold me, watch as I levitate gravity None could match me, cave chest cavity Basic mathematical flow, like the max spray Monumental word play, carefully construct the measurements When you weighin' up, refining to it's higher science A spill of carbon, one gun shot of diesel A microphone touch of mission, plan an eruption Underworld corruption, don't trust him it's sadly to say You might have to bust him one day, I thought I told you [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Broad day bullets over Broadway for more pay Verbal a**ault, you b**hes rep more then foreplay All day, this is routine, not a facade No mirage, no regard, no HBO Entourage Bloodsport, caught with the force, Star Wars, Skywalker Offin' your boss, tossin' your broad And there's no shells, left in the drawer, spit them in raw Nobodies leaving til we settle the score Chose the high road, never look down, like if my eyes closed Mine flows, trying to get mine, before the time goes Ayatollah mind controller, free of the blindfolds Survive with 50-47's, the nines blow Dip don, boss underdog from the rip bomb Click strong, Melo with the handle like the Knicks on Clips drawn, ducking the blues, choose a fit form Big arms, lay down your king, only six pawns [kung fu sample] My friend, he's an expert, in ninja Give this letter to him, he will come Mmm... What is this ninja? I'm not familiar Is this from him? Watch out! This may contain poison, don't touch it