Masterplan

Lyrics

AKIR ft. Diabolic - "Masterplan" [Emcee(s): Diabolic and AKIR] [Producer(s): Engineer] [Verse 1: Diabolic] Yo, Plan A begins with the end of famous trends And by making hip hop feel like it's '98 again I'm saying when I can still listen to Jay and Em 'Cause those days came and went as fast as Kane and them The south takes offense to what I say—ask the fans The way they dumb it down, New York don't have a chance Brainwash half the land with crack and gats in hands That's The Man with (The Masterplan). Yeah I know Just eliminate any man trying to say some real shit People ain't as dumb as you think—they may just feel it They may just feel sick of whips, cheddar, and watches They may hear us and rush Tower Records to cop it They may just spend whatever bread's left in their pockets Seeing Diabolic rock shit and question the logic I'm expressing my knowledge and blessing the topic So you conscious of (The Masterplan). Walk with me now It goes beyond the music. It's the scripture and the Devil They gave black people AIDS and more liquor in the ghetto Next thing you know, there's people getting sick at every level While tycoons are getting rich off the chips that they embezzle I'm a rebel with a cause. Applause ain't necessary It's all secondary to the soldiers in the cemetery Fuck Bush, but it would have been the same electing Kerry Truth getting buried (The Masterplan). Wake the fuck up Bin Laden was a scapegoat to send our boys to battle. Now they Avoiding shrapnel for a bunch of oil barrels. We Nothing more than cattle for the slaughter. Got a daughter Can't afford to see her fall in this New World Order. They want My supporters drunk as fuck up on the corner Just killed another author—William Cooper is a goner All the bullshit they taught ya hits as hard as Joey Porter But it's all (The Masterplan). Don't let 'em fool you The lights are on, no one's home. Must be in their chromosomes Every politician lies—I hear it in their vocal tones Let's get every soldier known and set it like a broken bone They won't see how serious we are 'til they get overthrown It was written in the Declaration of our Independence To instill new government but now it's been neglected By the Acts of Patriots and we the ones who've been affected By sick a collective with (The Masterplan). We the people Refuse to pledge allegiance to the demons preaching. We've been seeing Screaming on the evil heathens, waking up the people sleeping I won't feel we're even-Steven 'til all y'all just cease to breathe and Seeing seems to be believing and they see what we releasing I don't even need a reason—word to God, the Holy Ghost It's information overdose. If you don't see, you're comatose The revolution's 'bout to start with shotguns in my overcoat To expose (The Masterplan). AKIR, let 'em know [Verse 2: AKIR] Yeah, my iris size of the enterprising and rise up In the lie for the survivors in the land of 85ers I'm the reflection of old-timers with the focused features Of my father, so I wonder how the system steady robs us And leaves a culture to be so impoverished, head-bobbing To the timing of the snare popping from a style hard as stone Reaganomics starved for artistic options and now Adopted as a format to endorse their wack products And conduct sharecropping while supporting things To keep us locked in correctional facilities, but they ain't Killing me. I'm coming with the illest scheme, smooth brown Brother like Billy Dee. Nigga, is you feeling me? I'm getting focused. First, let's diagnose it What the system holds close most is money movements It's so explosive, you have to notice corporate owners hold money Your business loan is fat, feed political campaigns. I hide Behind the more focused. Take, for example, the ones Who stamped dude, want Afro capitol and brag and boast the most By marble mantles, lighting up expensive candles Toast to each other as they compete for the largest growth Corporate tax break so that they can keep the most Finding comfort in their rich man crew. Trust these are just Selective few that the plan lets move through Bust (The Masterplan). What a tactic It's hard for us to ever trace. Fantastic Penthouses with glass floors, expensive taste Double the ceilings for you to chase. It's hard to erase How they respect money and power. And since the cowards Take what's ours, flip it into money showers Let's combine talent and specialize with the prowess I'ma rap, you make beats, and Jay'll hit the streets South of Engineer, the sound crispy and loud I'ma run around town, ripping stages until promoters Pay us and DJs'll start to play us Recoup and then invest, make money for the people That don't want to be slaves. Let 'em rest, build a name Legitimize the money we made in different ways Play the game, pay taxes, spend money with the comrades In action, write off expenses, make it a practice 'Cause this is (The Masterplan). Yeah