Master Musashi

Thought I told motherfuckers, I’m the truth
Go ahead, you can ask about me
Don’t ask ya nigga, ask the pastor 'bout me
Love my old shit, that’s my old shit
This my new shit
Fucked around and brought the master up out me
It was 5, lifetimes ago I arived
And never died
Motherfuckers wouldn’t last without me
I been through pain, and well wishes the same
And never change
Fuckers never gettin' cash up out me
It’s like this, ya ever fuckin' hear a SLYTE diss
It only tell me that I got the fuckin' game in a SLYTE grip
I’ll keep a tight grip
I’ll let you suckers know if it’s gettin' old
Or you can maybe hope that I might slip
It’s unlikely, got the world in my palm
And my arm long, I’m 'bout a solar system from harm
I’m far from living large, but we speakin' in present tense
Bitch, it’s heavy shit when my presence is gone
How many times I told you 3x
Thought I told motherfuckers, I’m the truth
Go ahead, you can ask about me
Fuck that, come to me to get these answers out me
Love my old bitch, that’s my old bitch
This my new bitch, fucked around and got her mans an outlet
I keep my demons in Auschwitz
Let 'em camp out, they might keep me in counseling
I need 'em though, keep even and out this facade
Grip, cars, can’t be leavin' without this
I need the whole fuckin' game on my dick
After that, I got the whole fuckin' game on my list
Chef bogard, I’m whippin' up a plate and it’s lit
Get ya fix and fix ya lip or I’ma snuff ya like dip
That ain’t a quip, I just keep it equipped
And got the energy to grip ya lifeline til' it quit
Quit, while you behind and submit
I’m the best that never done it, you just want it for chips
Fuckin' lame ass nigga
Keep it same ass nigga
Shit stain ass nigga
Let me put ya out ya misery
I’m the truth
You can’t handle the truth