The Mastas

Lyrics

[Refrain: various speech samples] "I am not now, what I was yesterday.. And I am not now what I shall be tomorrow..." "People!" "People!" "I mean, this shit is way out of control" "So you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me By yesterday, when I have moved on..." [Verse 1: Billy Danze (M.O.P.)] Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude And a brand new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!) You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art Of lettin the nine bark on the ave (NO!) If you don't know me, then don't act like you do And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to (Criminal instincts!) I still got it If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it (Glory Gaynor, Danze!) Foxxx, I'm a survivor I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live, cousin! I'll put my hand on the good book, and overlook the deepest crew And split a motherfucker' throat (It's the "Murder He Wrote"!) I stick to the plan, I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man I told you that Danze was out of control Body (snatcher!), slasher, (slash ya) soul! The masta! [Interlude: various speech samples] "People! People!" "I am not now, what I was yesterday... And I am not now what I shall be tomorrow..." "This shit is way out of control" "So you do yourself an injustice to judge me By yesterday, when I have moved on..." [Verse 2: Lil' Fame, (M.O.P.)] C'mon! When the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes on some rap shit? Fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit I'm the nigga you love to hate The thug that waits fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the AK-e First I'll call yo' name, whisperin' Then I'll lift yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin' You can think shit's sweet 'cause I rap I'll still split a nigga head like a canteloupe (BITCH!) And I'm dope! 'Cause I mastered the shit (C'mon!) Plaster the shit, a true hip-hop nigga (Yeah!), the last of the shit Lil' Fame, BK born, been doin this Since the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan Nigga, you choose, when I do 'em: Boom-suh-mash 'em, bruise 'em, confuse 'em Wait a minute, did I lose 'em? I'ma put it down, baby, fuck these kids! I will splash 'em and ask 'em, "Who the fuck I is?" The masta! [Interlude: various speech samples] "People! People!" "I am not now, what I was yesterday... And I am not now what I shall be tomorrow..." "People!" "People!" "I mean, this shit is way out of control" "So you do yourself an injustice to judge me By yesterday, when I have moved on..." [Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx, (M.O.P.)] That's right.. My heart is colder than icicles in Poland Niggas hate to see when Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin' Try to shit on me? I won't hesitate, blow out your colon Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen And I don't leave no spares, like I was bowlin Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like Ryan, Nolan And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin' Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John Blaze That vintage shit that I been spittin from, back in the days Smashin MC's, countin the ways, you want it? Blowin' rappers up in bunches like [wrapped/rap] bouquets I'm such a real nigga, I'll take it to 'Blaze' And tell 'em "Make it '51 Greatest Niggas of All Time' Or I shoot up the page" I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age Hand to hand, I'll whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage I never claim to be somethin' I'm not I'm a thug, and I'll die with it, like it or not All the real niggas wild with me? Feel my rhyme Now who baldhead rules in '99? Who keep the real shit bangin' in ya? (The masta!) Who take a block and start swingin' with ya? (The masta!) Who still mic ready, send it to ya? (The masta!) Knuckle game tight, black and blue ya? (The masta!) [Outro: various speech samples] "We need real niggas to bring it back..." "People!" "People!" "So this is what it comes down to, huh?" "I am not now, what I was yesterday... And I am not now what I shall be tomorrow..." "I mean, this shit is way out of control" "So you do yourself an injustice to judge me By yesterday, when I have moved on..." "We need real niggas to bring it back..." "People!" "People!" "The master!" So this is what it comes down to huh?" "I am not now, what I was yesterday... And I am not now what I shall be tomorrow..." "I mean..." "The master, the master, the master!" "This shit is way out of control" "So you do yourself an injustice to judge me By yesterday, when I have moved on..." "We need real niggas to bring it back..."