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hey! it's me - mastamiind lyrics

[hook]
hey, it’s me, and i’m sharper then an blister
you cannot mess with an beast, cause
i’m colder than an winter, boy, gonna
hate on me, but be short, he look like gizmo
i’m an real mc, masterful caliber, what i bestow

[verse 1]
i keep it locked, like an jail cell
no signing, but i’m an real deal, gotta yellow jacket
on me, look like i’m coming from a k!ll bill film
i’m not from this planet, everything i spit t-tanic
i crash your whole boat, leave ya sinking
from the water, my wrist carry, gotta

[verse 1]
i’m a speech impedament kid with strep throat when i spit this sick sh-t with nikolai’s sixth b-tch
made my first profit of this music sh-t may have been a little bit but i felt like a sixer in the 60s
new flow with every verse and a new ho in a he-rs- buried next to her purse
ru$h told me to work on my flow
flushed the old quirk to show that i’m able to be stable with these wh-r-d horses
now i’m bored as sh-t
acting like kubrick trying to make my sh-t perfect but is it worth it
ending up like a hobo on the street rapping over tin can beats having no sheets at night and this is why i write these f-cking rhymes running out of time
only got 3 years left to blow musically and literally wanting to get bars with my bars
bored reading memoirs next to their stars on hollywood boulevard trying to pick the right post card to write say i’m alright no need to fight yeah
but if i do succeed i’ll put some tabs on my tongue cause my reality’s a lie think it’d be better if i’d die but the kid still kicking though
who do i have in my studio? an imaginary
groupie whose a loopy ho
i’m a sick slick motherf-cker getting licked by your f-cking mother d-mn i’m the sh-t nevermind got a spliff to lit hey play the riff that i writ
in the real world the kid isn’t getting mentioned thinking the @ b-tton’s yeah broken dying like general snoke losing the only hope
the kid so over his head he get nosebleeds watching concerts in the nosebleeds yeah
come down to my laboratory
cook some sh-t and tell a scary story
took some noise smoke and yeah it’ll get f-cking gory

[verse 2]
back for f-cking round 2 this the sh-t i’m bound 2 like ye and kim the f-cking wolves in the den but
they never come out that’s the sin of fame they pen down
the 15 of it isn’t over but i can’t wait for my 15 seconds
even 15 would be a blessing but i’ll stop being
spiritual supposed to be lyrical unlike these trap rappers
but shoutout to trap rappers that keep their trap records in a trapper keeper when their homeboy said to keep her
feeling like the stain of the rap game cause i k!ll fake rappers
i’m a serial k!ller eating ceral listening to a dilla mac miller type beat
in the street next to a hypebeast whose bank account is shorter than a serial number
no wonder they buy that sh-t
cause i’m loco i go loco on these beats and i’m not vocal in the streets you know like coco and these wack rappers same the same thing like coco and call it heat
nevermind i can’t be beat
got the munchies munching on jalapeno crunchy cheetos
while they was f-cking they cheating hoes
better grab the cheap hose to spray down the cheap hoes so you can get your money back after a while like an investment god d-mnit why am i so invested

a mask like stanley ipkiss, and your boy
got bread like biscuits, when i’m coming
in the building, i’m k!lling beats in a minute
a little bit of an cynic, an man, i mend and i meant it
i’m not even finished, i don’t rock designer
i never seen nothing in it, if you were never there
in the beginning, don’t never talk to me, like you did it
put an hole in your body, like old denim
screw the label, if the tools they using
to get me, into they little committee
i’m all about getting to money, like diddy
you rappers ain’t bout the movement
i stay on cue, like a pool stick, raw spit
you garbage, i’m an anti-human, regardless
what i write, you can’t trace it
got lines my life is based with
my flow is outrageous, winning like las vegas
i’m still that good, i won’t quit
till i am bored, when i go on tour
gotta go to europe of course, proved that i’m an goat
so there’s no need for explaining, every song
i’ve ever written is my portrait painted

- mastamiind lyrics

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