Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Food, artist - Masta Killa.
Date of issue: 10.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Food |
The royal prince blessed me with the Gita for my physical |
Won’t give up, such value hosts countless of amounts of treasure |
When I’m writing, so quenching to the thirst |
So refreshingly enlightening and geniously exciting |
Stimulating brain growth is all so relevant |
For the youth development |
So I drop musical notes for you to then quote |
I gave the thought time to soak |
While I smoked, meditated then I wrote |
For years, months and days, before I even spoke |
Test the climate of the people in search of what’s missing |
Then provide the lesson best for those that are listening |
So emcees wonder how me and 9th Wonder |
Make the ladies shake it in the club like thunder |
My rhymes will beat fire out of something, no question |
And 9th will make musical hits for you to listen |
My winds blow EF5, there’s nowhere to hide |
I’ll seek and destroy your toy |
Rapper emcee who’s thinking that he’s live enough to survive |
The mental of assault of rhyming, the timing |
Travelous beats is blinding |
I’ve been trying to slow it down in hopes that you could relate |
But the slowest I can go is knowledge, there’s no escape |
So whenever I decide to escalate and add on |
Atomically a storm is forming then born |
You know it’s my duty to warn them of this wicked |
Before I have to ice pick it |
See I could just let the beat take control |
While I stand with this mic so tightly that I hold |
The hundred grand in the rubberband won’t fold |
This is Sun ray showers of gold, my blackberry bowl |
Some things better untold, not even soul |
Y’all know the God black ain’t cold |
Yellow Bally’s with the white soles, silks and gold |
Y’all don’t even know the way we used to flex and roll |
My brother wonderful |
Known to keep it stacking, spray the mac in his young day |
Sean dude show me the 52, I gots to |
Generate revenue, I must do capital |