Masterminds

Lyrics

[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds) Authentic authors of (classic rhyme) Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time) You know we make it happen when our (raps combine) [Verse 1: Del & (Tajai)] Professional marksmen, make your brain cartwheel Sparkin' with the end to impart skill Heart of steel with wheelbarrow's filled with flow Invincible, invisible, indivisible sentinels We injure you to have to feed you food in a tube Bust an intertube tryin' to curb hop to show shop Matt Murdock, every word drop like bird droppings Splattin' a taste of the cold facts you're facin' Beyond basic, basement flavored napalm Sacred sages break the fake shit they on We stay on point to never disappoint And we've been annointed to show you all where the joint is [Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2 Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds) Authentic authors of (classic rhyme) Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time) You know we make it happen when our (raps combine) [Verse 2: Del] Step right up, here's an introduction Olympic bustin' to crack your infrastructure Thrust words with luster, the conductor Analytical, you wanna see me pass a physical (?) Fortified with minerals, eat MCs like dinner rolls Exploit 'em like 10-year-old centerfolds In control, spin the globe, send a probe--that's a pinnacle (?) My communication's commendable Resembles a den of wolves Like having a tendon pulled Stop stretchin' (?) endless horrendous men To the timid of grips who limits himself I melt music in your mind with rhymes that's rapid So the half-wits wanna clap with the rap shit They adapt it, radio act A lyrical entrapment, emmaculance No accident, you just a daiquiri After cheese, but you don't own the factories Lack degrees, that's why you act to please Never reach true mastery; hip hop is like a craft to me I got the master key; Dick Dastardly with Pterodactyl wings Craftmatic with a rock tablet, photograph elaborate Musical maverick, so fat you add width And have a spliff, stop playin' devil's advocate! It could be tragic (what?!) I'm great with gadgets You take your last steps; I'll break your assets You need some saccharin' to make it happen You can't fake a fragment, I've got it grapplin' Switch you like half a ten, should've packed a pen Cuz I rap to win, when it's time for beddy-bye I sling styles in a steady stride, showing every side... [Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2 Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds) Authentic authors of (classic rhyme) Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time) You know we make it happen when our (raps combine) [Verse 3: Tajai] Now, I'll leave that ass twisted like the hicks from Deliverance What is the impetus with your grand displays of omnipotence? You're up against a frictionless MC Continuously pop 'em out until I Froth at the mouth and got Niggas runnin' up on me like 'What you smokin'?!" My vision may be blurry but I Won't lose focus Every inch of muscle, every last corp hussle (?) Poised for the task at hand to blast (blaow!) boisterous Street line rhymes from an unclean mind Some shit for you knucklehead niggas to cling on (Klingon)! I'm cloaked in my bird, a prey set to slay I'm not goin' home without no heads today I run up and snatch 'em, stash 'em, in my satchel When the cops come, I bust up into fractors Reconstitute before you begin to shit (?) You niggas is MCs? Oh that's cute! I lambast you, mash you, run past and pass you "What the fuck was that?!" 'fore you can ask, I blast you Resurrect and enhance you, so you don't get a chance to Insult my intellect with no dance tunes I'm off in it, off-ended You off centered, with no thought in it, admit it Ya'll did it, once I start, ya'll finished Should've scarfed ya'll spinach and said penance Scattered your minions in a matter of minutes They battered, bented Contorted, a sordid sight for forensic sorting Thoughts my first sortie after my third forty In it for the love 'til my crib is boarded up And I'm long gone, everyway you bugged, huh Should've brought guns The only way you could've got some I'm awesome and also Got your minds flutterin with each butter utterance [Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2 Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds) Authentic authors of (classic rhyme) Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time) You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)