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    "Masters Of Illusion" Lyrics

    Masters Of Illusion

    "Master of the mystic arts
    In the name of the omnipotent Oshtor, I create you
    And bid you watch, carefully"

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    [K] Masters of Illusion
    [M] Stay focused (stay focused) stay focused (stay focused)
    [M] Stay focused (stay focused)

    [Kool Keith]
    Rappers are weak, most of them belong to Romper Room
    They talkin bla bla, baby stuff a lot of rah rah

    I close my ears out, windows down, I don't hear 'em
    Commercial raps turn pop, two years they get dropped
    Stop makin facts, factories stop they vinyl wax
    That's on the pressin plant, break 'em down, to a compound
    Most of these acts get tough while labels hate they buttcrack
    Rip out your rectum, your spinal cord, I dissect 'em
    Stop your limit, your style old like Dodge Plymouth
    Chevrolet, Cabrolet, your mic sounds in the hallway
    Groovin you looped it, you start to write, you sound stupid
    Your engineerin level, bass and kicks sound like treble
    Mix on your Tascam boards, yo Keith extension cord
    You're no comp for me, your corny style smell like pee pee
    I ride the see-see, while girls on the train beep me
    Pump up my pager, models move, style major
    Workin that stage back and forth like we Chuck and Flavor
    Rapamatic automatic, erratic fanatic
    Fantastic measure, for your rappin pleasure (oh yeah)

    [Chorus] - 1.5X

    [Motion Man]
    I'm kind of like a {?} in the field
    Niggaz gotta jump or move, or shake around
    Either way they got to yield
    How you gonna rap and sport a 'Ville
    You walkin in the middle of a store
    I cock back smack the backside of your mug
    Attack and leave your ass deformed
    R. Kelly believe when I perform
    I'm givin you what you need to field
    That funk that comes around the backside of your head
    Now orbitin for real
    I'm off that bomb from East bay
    That smoke that'll {?} five
    But I take twenty sacks straight to the head, so here's my 45
    y'all know that Motion Man is live, and I'm about to make a switch

    On it like a Satchel Paige pitch
    My amazement will amaze them and truly daze them
    Drug 'em like a fix, or maybe I'll drag 'em like a race
    I don't talk behind their back
    Attack 'em on the back and bring it to their face
    I'm down to make {?} in the race, MC's pull up limpin
    So far, no rap star, will match my lyric bazaar
    I'm so crazy conceited, rhymin 12 years with no money
    Yo kid check it I'm heated, all y'all niggaz blades of grass
    While I'm Lawnmower Man, crankin up with a full tank of gas
    Pbbbbt, clearin the field

    [Chorus] - 1.5X

    "I have seen too much"
    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company.
    Written by Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin, Paul Laster.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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