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in tune - ministry.of.truth lyrics

[verse 1: jay masta]
i get in tune, when i light it
i grab the mic, ignite it, then i hide it in my tomb
i consume
all the hemp spices
to get all the nicest flows i see ghosts
now lets do it
a fluid full of dead mices
the isis crisis! mice? oh d*mn, i can’t fight this
the mic is higher then me i think i like this
so i slightly kiss it, don’t take no bite, this is the lightest
of all kinds of spiders, crawling mika’s
when i get my weed secret, don’t be high as f*ck!
you must be ‘leise’, like isaac newton, ‘weise’
don’t talk no ‘scheissе’ to me, brother, advisor
from the big mastro*mizеr, astro blazer
blastonizer, a fast*o wiener as advertiser
i pack the green up make her scream “masta, i need advice!”
no what you need is right here, man, haha

[chorus: jay masta]
i get in tune when i light it
when i write it right here
i get in tune when i light it
when i write it right here
i get in tune when i write it
when i light it right here
i get in tune when i light it
when i light it, when i light it
[verse 2: jay masta]
i must be fooled, but i like it
i hike it up and down and bike it all afternoon
till the moon start its f*cking rising
i’m blazin’ nice and
behave like davie’s f*ckin’ dice and just be cool
and take haze advice and
don’t smoke the daisy for no reason don’t be lazy spicin’
and don’t be rude
come on, you may be tyson
but on a daily basis smokin’ let your brain be ice and
there’s no more fluid
i’ll just take a hit
i lit the jibbit, be quick, its gone soon sl!ck
and don’t be booing
i’ll build another brother, nickname’s turbulator
i turn while chicks get sick, dont let ’em ruin
my whole bowl up, sh*t
i pull strong and hold up
rip and interrupt ya rectal sector, inspector
f*ck, d*ck, suck, sh*t, b*tch, lucky im actin up

[verse 3: simplesceme]
the more i start to think is the more i start to reckon
i think a tragedy will happen in our section
my rhymes form like a nuclear weapon
i‘ll be your undertaker, watch me beat the case when i check in
i‘ll be ceo, my steelo be pro
i took a trip around my mind, made my mentality grow
down with the sickness, i’m back alone, grown
to show ya that sh*t will never run like befo’ * yo!
can you see me, while i gather my precision?
going on & on, being one with the rhythm
thinkin’ about it * the sh*t should be called masterpiece
i guess real eyes realize fake beliefs
[chorus: jay masta]
i get in tune when i light it
when i write it right here
and when i get booed, ayo, i like it, yo
i get in tune when i light it
when i write it right here
and when i get food, ayo, i like it, yo
i get in tune when i light it
when i write it right here
and when i get booed, ayo, i like it, yo
i get in tune when i get food

[verse 4: jay masta]
just let me do it, yo
don’t make me like it
i’ll fake and fike it, i bake it
the smell, you like it? i ate it
and ike it, i made the gratest spike of saberlight, yo
even vader was frightened, i’ll see him later
when we get on with fighting
i lay on the brightest show, even the daylight was brightened
and yo despite it, i rap hard, i might get
an award, i’m able to be critically enlightening, yo
i was screwed… i thought
but now might get my way to the mic
and be able to make a life and no more thought
’bout this whole sh*t, i’m excited
but it might not be for long though

- ministry of truth lyrics

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