Masala

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Twenty-first-century hardcore tactics Have you had enough of saccharine tictacs Spice to tongue feed the syntax Don't be crass just cause I've been lax Yo stop bossing I've been that My own team is a group of Sindbads Not one but two percenters Super ninjas you stupid dingbats My inches rule like Genghis Kahn to continents what I'm to confidence Since information is ambient You need an ambulance to get past the traffic in an accident Ask the judge if you can activate the third eye and you might get an affidavit Swear to the court and then cuss thе agents Custom border patrol with orders Goods importеr and bad exporters Petro or water sack the quarter Rounds of mortars for mourners of martyrs uh Solder wires to contact cool to bond the tips But beyond that who's behind the mask pinch of turmeric Profile prolific, that's him Pacific rim, ring of fire Apocalyptic, bomb Olympics Pimp politics make ho's of simpletons attempt to taste and take a hold of impotence Brain waves knowledge of power sittin' Pretty in ottomans, antonym of ignorance Killin' em with gems, the synonym sweet like cinnamon, strong like cardamon [Chorus] Masala Masala Masala [Verse 2] My voice to your eardrum Chopped cayenne to the nostrils Worldwide youth hostile Extreme apostles, nocturnal posse of opossums Strike a b-boy pose to foes and then Juxtapose Heimlich to a chokehold Iron-rich injera, v for vendetta Red hot chili pepper spray, ay Mr. Officer stop it sir You break up the parties in riot gear I copped it, photoshopped it and cropped it Go to Egypt and Muslims coptics Co-oped in the line of fire Never co-opted I won't retire Cuz the game is thicker than molokhia The dragon slayer, dope rhyme sayer Say yayer to the aroma Gonna wake the dead or from a coma I'ma serve the songs that flush your brain and Perform miracles on carcinomas Hail rosemary coriander cilantro Hot berbere, very necessary To heed the station, faite attention Bless the nation, I bleed the peace these Colors run down the flagstaff A count of three, drink the half-half Real and fake who gets the last laugh Do the math fast and get the gas mask Senses sharp like cumin Check my acumen, take your vitamins Sniff the saffron and scream eureka Bitter like oregano, bright like paprika [Chorus] Masala Masala Masala [Verse 3] Money printed on paper and cotton Bark and fiber return when rotten To the soil that feeds the young seeds Fend off the plague like four thieves Vinegar, wine garlic and wormwood Nag champa to set the mood Cook the food with fennel, mint and thyme Chaat masala and a hint of lime [Chorus] Masala Masala Masala