| Mastamind’s in the house once again,
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| Nobody moves until the ceremony ends.
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| Natas has came to do a,
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| Double murder with mutha fuckin’trouble shootas.
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| Rockin’it deadly is the path I choose to take,
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| Leavin''em dead is the choice I choose to make.
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| Natas are my helpers in homicide,
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| Come ride the death chamber but your life is the cost of the ride.
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| Don’t worry, be happy dead and enjoy it,
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| Don’t let me tell my enemies, I ain’t to be toyed with.
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| I got rules to lay,
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| I got songs to say,
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| Kneel down to the sound and pray.
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| Name your place and day and Natas will be there,
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| No need for a referee cuz Natas don’t play fair.
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| I’ma let the nine milimeter go bang,
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| To me it’s no thang, this ain’t no game.
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| Usually I’m cool and calm,
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| But this time, I gotta let TNT drop the bomb.
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| Then I’ll pass E the fuckin’knife,
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| So he can slice and dice 'em and let 'em know about Reel Life.
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| Rockin’it deadly with the melody of tricks,
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| The hard rock fiends so I gotta supply 'em a fix.
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| Now, is the world ready?
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| For Mastamind to rock it deadly.
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| Kick that shit (8x)
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| (Mastamind)
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| It’s like somethin’you never knew and somethin’you’ll never know,
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| I’ll let it flow, I’ll let it go, I’ll let it show.
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| If it’s real, the only legit shit,
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| It is something you can hardly deal with, can you feel it?
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| The rhymes will fall like rain and hits like thunder hits,
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| Mastamind will take yo’ass under quick.
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| Straight out the dark to come to shine,
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| Formin’rhymes is how I earn my nickels and dimes.
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| Rockin’it deadly, but keepin’it lively,
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| The sticker reads parental advisory disguises me.
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| As a hard ball player,
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| Come on yall, wave ya hands in the air and say a prayer.
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| Down in Detroit is where the sound is born,
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| The tormented preacher is here to teach ya and warn.
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| About the R to the LP and M-I-N-D,
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| Praise the melody!
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| Rockin’it deadly.
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| First there was a dream,
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| Now there is reality.
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| (Mastamind)
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| If you ain’t hip to the fact then listen close to this info,
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| While yo’prince leaves I’ma steal the show.
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| Here I go again and again,
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| On your turn tables, my looney tunes spin.
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| With every second of the clock, you’ll feel the deadly rock,
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| Protect yo’ass cuz the pitch fork is hot.
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| Below ground, I’ma go down,
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| On sucka’s territories turn it to ghost town.
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| Fagulant and phony fools fear the fatal free style,
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| This goes out to every man, woman, and child.
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| Label me a helluva rap artist,
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| Livin’in darkness, searchin’for human targets.
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| A soul seeker, a grim reaper,
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| Believe everything you hear from a Reel Life speaker.
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| Never in death cuz death is real,
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| Your unholyness told me so I rock to kill.
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| Flee this mutha fucka if you can’t take what I wrote,
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| I take it to the extreme and say fuck the soft notes.
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| I hope your label ain’t ready,
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| For Mastamind to rock it deadly.
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| Rock it deadly
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| Kick that shit
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| Rock it deadly X8
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| Kick that shit
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| Rock it deadly X10 |