MASTERS Lyrics

First name Jon

Middle name Patric

Boy I flame tracks

Like a box of matches

I never lost any

One my matches

I never wear a shirt

Unless my Invicta matches

Hand speed matchless

I'm Floyd meets Cassius

I wish I was a slave

So I can go back and

Hang all the slave masters

Right beside my Masters

Right beside my Bachelor's

My Associate's and Ph.D

Doctor 'B'

A.K.A.

Mr. Cock and Squeeze

I'm deep like

Dr. Sebi meets Socrates

I'm so deep

Like twenty thousand leagues

Under the sea

Who wanted with me

You end up six feet

Under my sneaks

The Jordan three

Footprints all over your cheek

Your teeth

All over the street

Looking like Donald Duck

After I just shot off his beak

Prepare for release of the beast

I wish I was a slave

So I can go back and

Hang all the slave masters

Right beside my Masters

Right beside my Bachelor's

My Associate's and Ph.D

Doctor 'B'

I wish I was a slave

So I can go back and

Hang all the slave masters

Right beside my Masters

Right beside my Bachelor's

My Associate's and Ph.D

Doctor 'B'

Of course, I'm the best

It's part of my last name

Put your body in a cast

Put your latest picture

In a nice little frame

On your mommy window pane

With R.I.P.

Above your name

My pen game

Been flame

When I snap

It's endgame

R.I.P. Tony Starks

I took my du-rag off

And I saw Noah's Ark

Riding my waves

Between two sharks

It's not a game

It's a shame

When you get beat down

By the gang that you claim

You faking for fame

TSS

Homie you lame

Don't bro me

You don't know me

And if you know me

You know

I'm shooting every time like Kobe

When I post like

Malone with the Glock

I'm like Shaq on the block

I will make your life fade away

Like M.J.

With the last-second shot

From the Heckler and Koch