Lyrics Mastamind - Esham

Mastamind

The MasterCard ain't plastic, it's like magic
Got me in a higher tax bracket, uh, you want my spot, can't have it
Man, let them little haters keep runnin' 'round talkin' mad shit
Come my way and get blasted
Look at what it's come to, this is rap on acid
The most extreme form of hustlin'
Hated by many, must be a motherfuckin' sin
Call your pastor, tell him, say a prayer
Tell him you ain't never heard such words from a rhymesayer
It gets crazier once you peel back the layers
I set up my prey to snap like a gator
Don't sleep, nigga, like you delinquent with your bills
Pay your respect, don't let that hate get you killed
Got my name and my game right, bout to close the deal
Been approved by the gods 'cause I'm oh so real