Masai Bey - Paper Mache lyrics

[Verse 1] Peace crumb! I bring to you good news My equipment's at a minimum, on some of the beats You will possibly hear what I could use When I get it you are gonna need a miracle How do you say, electrifying prominent Verities, feasibly mentioned within a document Wear some habits, outlive the cabbage And if you ain't live fizz, how will you manage this? It's a regular verbator on my side mount But every era rap music is downgraded Judged on some jam from some clown thus I gotta come in, loving the first A-kid-it (?) I only work this shift Per Diem But it beats letting s**ers walk free Most brothers like the call of the gift Cause oh when I present it, on the buzzard it's a 3-M They used to cite for fun? Now he cite to keep creative energy mutated within everyone The higher goal gives you a higher role The changing of the spirit mends you, new, attire You not the plain bagel anymore Now you got all kind'a seeds With or without cream cheese Withering plants and planets slither to safety Give me the large to mask the rap masonry Black the trees, the highest you'll ever see, plus To be initiated you'll impress me You could get some luck, for a talent Although I can't promise you that you will not s** [Hook] Come here B, let me tag the words Of "Bey" in your grill Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se For you as a people Y'all men could do the same thing Document your name [Verse 2] Here's a taste of what this music used to be The voice of evidential mutiny One take, 'punch-ins' don't exist So you shouldn't plug up that four-track so damn quick Me and the verse might get your jam herd Cause the beetle absorbed me and then burst Isn't this what you wanna hear? How fresh I am, rockin' rhymes, not cyber gear? Some brothers pose like poles on a slave scroll Convinced they name is on the pay-roll My Moms'll tell you, the only thing made for me is music I'm sorry you stink, yes I do smell you One million writers tryin'a get the prize out the box first Give it up You will be destroyed 'fore them poor rich men, 'big it up' The base of the style is buried In the remould area of veteran's park. Go dig it up 80-Action. State troopers is A and E Anyway, I am Masai Bey For those who have never experienced my presence Verses are a pleasure My essence is an image of the most high measure It's like tears when I speak in bars The beat screamed my name Cause it knew me, fifteen years and more Through Rick Deal, p**n-Equality Prince and Lord Ross Key [Hook] Come here B, let me tag the words Of "Bey" in your grill Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se For you as a people Y'all men could do the same thing Document your name [Verse 3] Creativity first-tide, with actual Is probably the greatest stage for you to practise on I'm a brick off the oldest block Stationed in the category "Innovation Proportionary" If I'm moving too slow for you, go around As many channels as possible I'll show you For example 'Energy 1' It holds power for our musical instruments Divine imminence Beating every ripple away it was very useful I've noticed the impact will usually triple Of course an insanity cry is a short-cut It is much more lazy than crazy Such pedigree needs a true remedy A perfect pennicaeia, how 'bout the grammar greeter? Masai Bey: Name still the same Contribute to the force, sleep, hail, rain From seventy-eight dewing (?) upstairs from germane To a budding writer who knew it Your science-fiction selections get 'rada' chump So the truth makes you look like a liar [Hook] (x2) Come here B, let me tag the words Of "Bey" in your grill Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se For you as a people Y'all men could do the same thing Document your name