Verse 1: Masai Bey
Peace crumb! I bring to you good news
My equipment`s at a minimum, on some of the beats
You will possibly hear what I could use
When I get it you are gonna need a miracle
How do you say, electrifying prominent
Verities, feasibly mentioned within a document
Wear some habits, outlive the cabbage
And if you ain`t live fizz, how will you manage this?
It`s a regular verbator on my side mount
But every era rap music is downgraded
Judged on some jam from some clown thus
I gotta come in, loving the first A-kid-it (?)
I only work this shift Per Diem
But it beats letting suckers walk free
Most brothers like the call of the gift
`Cause oh when I present it, on the buzzard it`s a 3-M
They used to cite for fun?
Now he cite to keep creative energy mutated within everyone
The higher goal gives you a higher role
The changing of the spirit mends you, new, attire
You not the plain bagel anymore
Now you got all kind`a seeds
With or without cream cheese
Withering plants and planets slither to safety
Give me the large to mask the rap masonry
Black the trees, the highest you`ll ever see, plus
To be initiated you`ll impress me
You could get some luck, for a talent
Although I can`t promise you that you will not suck
Chorus 1: Masai Bey
Come here B, let me tag the words
Of Bey in your grill
Every DJ`s role-play is Moses per se
For you as a people
Y`all men could do the same thing
Document your name
Verse 2: Masai Bey
Here`s a taste of what this music used to be
The voice of evidential mutiny
One take, `punch-ins` don`t exist
So you shouldn`t plug up that four-track so damn quick
Me and the verse might get your jam herd
`Cause the beetle absorbed me and then burst
Isn`t this what you wanna hear?
How fresh I am, rockin` rhymes, not cyber gear?
Some brothers pose like poles on a slave scroll
Convinced they name is on the pay-roll
My Moms`ll tell you, the only thing made for me is music
I`m sorry you stink, yes I do smell you
One million writers tryin`a get the prize out the box first
Give it up
You will be destroyed `fore them poor rich men, `big it up`
The base of the style is buried
In the remould area of veteran`s park. Go dig it up
80-Action. State troopers is A and E
Anyway, I am Masai Bey
For those who have never experienced my presence
Verses are a pleasure
My essence is an image of the most high measure
It`s like tears when I speak in bars
The beat screamed my name
`Cause it knew me, fifteen years and more
Through Rick Deal, Porn-Equality Prince and Lord Ross Key
Chorus 2: Masai Bey
Come here B, let me tag the words
Of Bey in your grill
Every DJ`s role-play is Moses per se
For you as a people
Y`all men could do the same thing
Document your name
Verse 3: Masai Bey
Creativity first-tide, with actual
Is probably the greatest stage for you to practise on
I`m a brick off the oldest block
Stationed in the category Innovation Proportionary
If I`m moving too slow for you, go around
As many channels as possible I`ll show you
For example `Energy 1`
It holds power for our musical instruments
Divine imminence
Beating every ripple away it was very useful
I`ve noticed the impact will usually triple
Of course an insanity cry is a short-cut
It is much more lazy than crazy
Such pedigree needs a true remedy
A perfect pennicaeia, how `bout the grammar greeter?
Masai Bey: Name still the same
Contribute to the force, sleep, hail, rain
From seventy-eight dewing (?) upstairs from germane
To a budding writer who knew it
Your science-fiction selections get `rada` chump
So the truth makes you look like a liar
Chorus 3: Masai Bey (Repeat x2)
Come here B, let me tag the words
Of Bey in your grill
Every DJ`s role-play is Moses per se
For you as a people
Y`all men could do the same thing
Document your name
