Pete Rock
Soul Survivor
Tru Master
(featuring Inspectah Deck and Kurupt)
Ladies and gentlemen/I'd like to know/
Are you ready for startime?/Yeah/
Okay well let me kind of move these things around here you know/
Ladies and gentlemen I don't know what this here is
Comin down through the audience
But it look like it just came out of the basement/KnowI'msayin/
Thank you because now/Alright let's bring to the stage
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, your highness, live from the bricks, 1-6
Pete Rock bang your head break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes ripple through the mix
Specialist with the smash hits catchin flicks
Savagely attacks this, splash with accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this inside my vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain
In a state of shock, make em drop, it's a gold gain
I bang with the big boys, those who hold game
Amateurs get hung with their own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
A tru master way beyond your freshmen attempts
Spit 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 classics
Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off
Ghetto summer jams got the street blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force
[Pete Rock]
Chorus:
Hey yo we have the bass pound speakers, shell toe Adidas
Original rap with new school leaders
Graffiti art names with phat gold chains
Shock the world cousin cause hip hop remains
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
Master of the MC field
Master, preacher, a poet, a teacher
I'm the master, I'm the master
[Pete Rock]
Yo I drop fools like hail, rap rides on third rails
Transmit def style with sign language and braille
In hot persuit of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops
Inside your SP, 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's
In the game of life I play all positions, stop look and listen
Total package, yes a tru master
Produce, rhyme, sing and hit faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Passionate, bright colors, the number one soul brother
All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover
Chorus
[Kurupt]
I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster
I'm disasterous with stashes of cold and hot flashes
Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives
Like solve the hostess
Deck with the intellect, a wizard to warlocks
Sure ott, come raw ott, I come for glocks, more pot
More ways to get paid, more ways to display
More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray
God it's good growin up in the hood
Done some things bad, done some things good
Me and Pete's like bonds from chemicals in glass
Atom bombs and mustard gas
Bring up the scene, I break ya
Take you to a whole different scene, AR-15's and beams
Got em jumpin like they swallowed a gang of jumping beans
Explode and reload we dumps machines
Radical in war, Kurupt's master
I'm a hard dog, raw dog, hard with the gold card
Dogg Pound Gangsta, DPG
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta, DPG
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta, DPG
Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock will drop the beat
Mas, mas, mas, master of the art
He the sharpest muthafucker - with the beats, with the rhymes
Check this out
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