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Haas Spitta
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To the Masses
This about to be historic, I give it to 'em euphoric With lyrics formin' a fortress, it's impossible to forge it, my Defensive power level is enormous Fuck the fame I wanna mold your brain The people need to escape from this matrix so they call me Morpheus Witness magic assortment I'm sort of just like a sorceress They ask me 'who the coldest?' that's Me and the mic 'cause we the culprit of magnetic forces Ugly nigga fightin' the devil away 'Cause my soul is just so gorgeous, not to mention my flow is Blessed with features that could stimulate your females organs Muslim brother spittin' over the organs in your churches But of course it's provoking The white folk don't wanna see brown boy attendin' the masses But the flow is ordained, bless with truth in my brain I got to give it to the masses Spread the message through tactics of rap culture At my back vultures backbiting but that's irrelevant When you don't even need to stay alive My music will never die 'cause You see the flow is heaven sent under the guidelines of Jehovah law Simply the illest, my evidence is these rhymes and lyrics when Jehovah call Watch me blast sober thought through the ears of your children I'm bringing 'em too submission You missin' out if you miss it the flavor just so delicious So naturally the industry is sure to take a lickin' Haas the suburban student inspired by the ghetto movement Now you know why I'm destined for the mission
(To the masses In Damascus, man where the mask is Never stop blastin' To the masses Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To the masses) Till the casket I'll never die Never stop rollin' in the cassette Player, keep the fader on blast till the gas end Never stop blastin'
They say the truth will set you free My lord where have you placed that, needle in the haystack? It's that magic in the rubble, light at the end of the tunnel (yeah) That underground shit Scavenged the passage from lost libraries of Damascus To the masses, where the mask is I might never find it but I'll surely die tryin' You know I got the passion My lord love me like the dance floor love Jackson But it's no thriller when It's written crystal clear on the tablet They challenging me like you'll never unmask it The close-minded can't imagine The boy still ballin' with a lid on the basket
Till the casket I'll never die Never stop rollin' in the cassette Player, keep the fader on blast till the gas end Never stop blastin'
Till the casket I'll never die Never stop rollin' in the cassette Player, keep the fader on blast till the gas end Never stop blastin'
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