No Master

Hard Boom Bap style beat with heavy bass and kicks, produced by myself. First original song in a little while, I hope you enjoy. More is on the way!

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LYRICS:
{CHORUS}
No master
Don’t need no pastor to preach to me like he seen the rapture
Got greener pastures, freed from captors, I bleed my creed go read those chapters
Master
Rap bastard, comin’ in fast with the facts en masse
Your class and status has no matter, just blather
Laugh at your cash rather have no master

Talkin’ to teach, spit this heat like 100 degrees
Got a hot philosophy burnin’ any thoughts not with me
The words I speak a fire hazard to authority
Even more I treat the entertainment industry like Ancient Greece
Makin’ arson on the beat
It’s sparkin’, armed to the teeth
Keep amountin’ carcusses
My art’s bound to catch the breeze
The sound I breath bring you to your knees
Alexandria to your brands, scams, commands and beliefs

Be a Dante venture my inferno
I bet you’ll be al dente before you enter first circle
Burnt long before the sixth
I doubt you’d last a minute in it
Live it you gotta do more than visit
To get this wisdom
Step in my shoes you gotta fit ‘em

But your Achilles tendon tends to be the problem
Can’t kill me I been more than a demigod or profit
The embodiment of God
Practiced ‘til I ended in optimum
Any challenge I opted in
When you master the art your only option is

{CHORUS}
No master
Don’t need no pastor to preach to me like he seen the rapture
Got greener pastures, freed from captors, I bleed my creed go read those chapters
Master
Rap bastard, comin’ in fast with the facts en masse
Your class and status has no matter, just blather
Laugh at your cash rather have no master

Never studied under anybody
Epidemiology in my blood and body
Sickness in my gut and probably need a Tums
Still got tons of anti-bodies
I’m that motherfucker, son ask ya mommy
Don’t got one? Ask grandma, aunty,
And ya hottie sister wanna
I’m the man no mister, spit barotrauma
The only bro that goes from history entendres
To dickin’ ya mamas
No trophy still gonna need a nanny
How Imma be makin’ these grammies
Daddy more than Big Poppas

Talkin’ shit, killin’ it
At least one die per bar, like a safety pin
Ape shit, these baby homo sapiens ain’t shit
Piss poor performances no way you’re in
Weigh me in, emaciated comparison
Way too thin
Wait a minute (min) hmm,
Shh, hours ‘fore you sayin’ shit
Number two written all over you,
Never take the piss
Yet the way you spoke gotta be a joke
And you soaked in it, like ya water broke
By the way I spit

Drop fire for the people like Prometheus
Givin’ out my body every week with no prosthesis
This a pro’s thesis,
No prose speakin’ only flow themed in poetry
Rows of genius, even with the ocean recedin’
Tantalus eternal hunger like I haven’t eaten
Can’t fathom the reason why I rather be feedin’
Doubt me I laugh at the heathens
No god I believe in, cus I seen him
No theist, I know I be him

My rap clear but you say I babble on
I see beneath you fear that I challenge your gods
Cuz what you paddle on nothin’ to my character arc
Stare at my art my gate keep you out ain’t even fair to embark
808 waves I enslave the beat
In my name everything from A to Z
Can’t be lazy if your aim is this prestige
You can’t miss if you play to beat the chief
Kiss the chef bitch before you stay and eat

{CHORUS}
No master
Don’t need no pastor to preach to me like he seen the rapture
Got greener pastures, freed from captors, I bleed my creed go read those chapters
Master
Rap bastard, comin’ in fast with the facts en masse
Your class and status has no matter, just blather
Laugh at your cash rather have no master