Master Builders

Lyrics

[Verse: Canibus] They set us up, feet to the fire I tell 'em all time is requirement When we come out the other side they quiet We escape from a ship hull worse than Gitmo Man, I'd rather eat pinto beans in a Pinto In Monte Negro I'm Jackie Gleason's spoke with Jimbo My flatulence force gringos to open they windows Kevin Maddison, Wolfgang Samson The harvester of the other antigens Sciеntists call astaxanthin Something to eat, take it bеneath 40 feet To the coral reef, but black people don't see That's why we beef We speak through our minds The translator turns it into rhymes But usually, it's different on your side [Verse: Canibus] America was freedom dependant Citizens created equal descendants When freedom is threatened And the evil isn't corrected What are we left with? We are left with fear And the fear is so effective we could smell it in the air It's connected, it's like something decrepit Dying out in the desert Vultures feed off our collective ineptness There's more than enough dead meat to go around But they are still aggressive in their natural element Because they embody that animal essence That's why we can't overcome this oppression Conquistadors label us modern day lepers And steal all of our treasures Marginalize is in every economic sector Forever, that's pressure So it's never about no legends It's about restricting their message Born Sun brought the Builders together See 'Door to Door' doesn't necessarily mean force It just means you gotta spread your ass cheeks when you cough Seated at the table opposite God Between us is a chessboard I politely excuse myself to record Excuse me, Lord, 'It was something I ate' Sodium Glutamate on my plate The media's fake, they vilify my race But they're fans, with C logo barcode implants in they hands I seen 'em in the Metaverse where I hang A vampire clan, they like to wear skinny, tight pants I'm not impressed, I thought you were gonna show me your fangs Blowing my phone, stressing me out What the fuck now, how I'm supposed to create? With you running me down, you bugged out I'ma ride you real hard, 'til you sweat like a dog Without drying you off, then put your ass back in the barn Malice support thought I battled Dizaster with a broke arm And now I can't play my guitar for my folk songs My Elizabeth Winstead lesson No more boom, boom melon Very few friends in this music profession Nas was right, hip hop died Look at it now, its balkanized Then what did they ever offer you guys? It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder What 2022 gonna be like in the summer? Master Builders, my brother