Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It`s the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you`re out
Of luck, Jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout
(Ain`t you the Masta?) Yep, I`ve always been
And then, I`m a stab a fucking critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I`m wicked, just like a witch when I kick it
So break out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I hope you hate me
Cause I`m a keep on bringing it, I`m swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I`m fatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up Steady, there`s no skills down here
So there, you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you`re gonna know the score kids, I swear
(Ain`t you the Masta?) Yep, I`m the Masta (Repeat 4x)
I hits you hard kids, you`re barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like Pele, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, Masta, off beat, the healer
Rap style`s deisel like an 18-wheeler
So get that weak style out of my path
I`m turbo, I drop lines long like Nostran Ave.
So danger, I`m burning from Monday to Sunday
I`m hot like some niggas 10 deep in a Hyndai
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the Fridge
I`m sacking, you`re wack and you`re over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket
You know (I know) You know (I know)
You know, you know, well yo follow where I go
Jane, stop this crazy thing if I sing
Some love shit and dress mad fly, I`d be the king
And be seen on the covers of like 27 books
But I`m too proud to beg, so suck this, you crooks
You`re only as good as your last jam, it`s true
Your shit`s new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick they forget
With no hit, they like Who`s that? They full of shit
And straight up, my patience is starting to wear short
I`m gonna land blows like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your teeth
Cause I`m Ultra-magnetic, magnetic like Kool Keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it drops there, it`s off then it`s on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm dawn
Here I come with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on your back, punk
(Ain`t you the Masta?) Yep, I`m the Masta (Repeat 4x)
