MasDaMind in the building, raise your hands to the ceiling, and let’s celebrate everything that made me what I am
Experimental raps far out like a holorgram
Rolling in the deep like my name was Adele, but I don’t own a Dell
I own a Macintosh, here’s a toast to victory with a glass of scotch
Zicke, Zacke, Zicke, Zacke, hoi hoi hoi, with a boy toy to satisfy all mature women
The ultimate fantasy that everyone envisions
“ What can I say? I’m a blast from the past”
Call me retroactive, interactive, imprisoned to the flow like my rhymes was captive
I don’t believe in fate or believe in luck
I believe in the power of the sound of your voice, what you do with it is your own choice
I live in the moment, no time to waste, I’m at the pace of a sprinter
Sporadic as a Splinter Cell with stealth, trying to fight for my health
The feeling that I get when I step on stage is amazing
I grab the mic, face the people, and ride till I die like Evel Knievel
Say what you say, I do what I do, can’t murder my thoughts, John Wilkes Booth
I rap off the mind all day, every day
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Rockin the show under the spotlight
I’m a set this party on fire tonight
Time to show under estimators who I be
Count em off like 1,2,3)
Music is my paint, my mouth is the tool brush
Shedding lights on like the grill of a school bus, flow is the bristles and my rhyme is the whistle
That I use to blow up the spot, but I ain’t no referee
This energy surges within me, ecstatic as ever before, hit the floor
Got a love for the 90s pumping through my veins
A soul train to break through walls of prejudice, and make the world groove through melodic messages
Ya’ll can’t fathom the intensity of what it feels like
To stand here, speaking my mind, when I know deep down, ya’ll aint feelin my rhymes
Actin’ like mobs with pitchforks, threatening me
As if I’m some sort of Frankenstein, well I’ll rock your horror picture show time
Chillin in the future with a throwback mindset
Call me John Spartan cause I don’t know well, trying to figure out how to use the three sea shells
I eat hip hop, and when it’s time to use the restroom
I use two seashells to pull out the useless, and use the third one to clean up any excuses
I represent realness, true to myself
So I think that’s why I like doing shows because real hip hop aint on the radio
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