Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masters of War, artist - B.o.B. Album song Elements, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Masters of War |
| Masters of war |
| Build to destroy |
| You play with my world |
| Like it’s your little toy |
| All the money you made will never buy back your soul |
| Yeah |
| Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga |
| I verbally murder these niggas |
| Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt’s Bees, nigga |
| They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose |
| these niggas |
| I ain’t worshipping these niggas |
| Man it’s curtains for these niggas |
| Man I’m hurdling these niggas |
| Put a on these niggas |
| Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas |
| Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them |
| Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter |
| The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner |
| The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner |
| some perfectly creased denim |
| Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim |
| Feel like the youth is lost and ain’t no reaching them |
| By day I be teaching them |
| By night I’m a heathen, um |
| Chilling with freaks in a ghetto |
| Plus a norwegian, look like |
| Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium |
| Haters like, «Hey, that’s nice, I hear they was leasing them» |
| So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum dumb |
| The world is a stage, America steady policing them |
| Niggas don’t want the facts, just the convenient ones |
| All the money you made will never buy back your soul |
| Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back |
| I expose facts, that’s why my phones tapped |
| Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back |
| On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back |
| Niggas behave the same as how they souls act |
| Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks |
| I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class |
| Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path |
| Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices |
| Might be bias, Michael Myers |
| What you want, I’m |
| Ha ha ha ha, |
| Stacking my cheese on top, top top top |
| I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot |
| Look at my life, how is it perfect? |
| All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it |
| So I’m shitting on niggas with twice the serving |
| All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing |
| So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker |
| Bandz |
| All the money you made will never buy back your soul |
| Yeah yeah |
| I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked |
| I’m my only master and my own apprentice |
| How do I present this, tryna find a sentence |
| Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision |
| Cold as cryogenics |
| Knowledge that’s forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics |
| I’ve been in the kitchen, all the points I’m hitting |
| I’m just too direct, no such thing as |
| Kick the shit now quit your bitching |
| Now cut the shit, let’s get to business |
| I try to show what’s hidden |
| Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain’t photogenic |
| Get offended |
| Make you see the veil then I lift it |
| Been to hell it’s visit |
| Here’s a breath of fresh air, it’s been a minute, aye |
| How to make a murderer, better yet |
| How to make a terrorist, better yet |
| How to start a civil war, better yet |
| How to tax America, yeah yeah |
| Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don’t panic |
| Don’t panic, follow the rabbit |
| Bandz |