Tru Master (with Inspectah Deck & Kurupt)

"Ladies and gentlemen" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"

"I like to know"

"Are you ready for star time?" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"

"Yeah"

"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what

This is, comin' down through the audience"

"But look like it just came out of the basement"

"Y'know what I'm sayin'?" - Sample from KRS-One - "The Beatniks"

"Thank you, because now"

"Alright, let's bring to the stage"

Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six

Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks

Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix

Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks

Savagely attack this, blast with

Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain

Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain

In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game

I bang with the big boys, those who hold names

Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains

I swing blades, best bring grenades against

A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts

Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war

It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score

You can never measure to the standard

Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic

Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off

Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off

Plots to knock me off were stopped short

Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force

Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)

Original rap with new school leaders (True)

Graffiti art names with fat gold chains

Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains

("I'm a true master, you can check my credentials")

("Master in the MC field")

("Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher")

("From the master, from the master")

Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail

Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille

In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot

Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops

Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar

Miraculous lyrics that tread water

A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect

Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck

Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen

In the game of life, I play all positions

Stop, look and listen, the total package

Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster

The master of the game, solo artist by name

Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame

Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother

All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover

Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)

Original rap with new school leaders (True)

Graffiti art names with fat gold chains

Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains

("I'm a true master, you can check my credentials")

("Master in the MC field")

("Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher")

("From the master, from the master")

I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster

I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes

Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives

Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect

Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh

I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop

More ways to get paid, more ways to display

More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray

God is good, growin' up in the hood

Done some things bad, done some things good

Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals

Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas

We at the scene, I quake ya

Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams

Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans

Explode and reload and dump machines

Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all

I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw

Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)

I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)

I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)

Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat

"Master of the art"

"We the sharpest motherfucker"

"With the beats, with the rhymes"

"Check this out"