Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow the Master, artist - Substantial. Album song The Past, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Substantial Art &
Song language: English
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
If you don’t move the crowd and ain’t a master of the ceremony |
Or a microphone controller you are not an emcee |
So don’t ever disrespect the homie |
World class title holder born and raised in MD |
Known to get the party poppin quicker |
Then stripper with vodka in her so they gonna clap for me |
But I ain’t talkin' booty cheeks |
Slick with the dudy speak, shit talk mastery |
…I'm Mugen with a blue pen |
Samurai Champloo be damned if I can lose |
If I did, I put 2 L’s together and make a W |
Dumb of you, comparing Substantial to a substitute |
All I do is win but it’s clearly ain’t your thing |
Then again you’re more T-Pain then painting |
I’m art personified, all heart magnified |
By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Fuck off the stage bum |
You ain’t doin shit no need to tell’em to save some |
Crowd look well rested, had time to get adjusted |
Copped food and drinks and had time to digest it |
I’ma make’em feel like they were part of my live show |
No voice, clothes moist it’s hotter than Cairo |
Watch me blow the spot when I drop my payload |
I got’em going wild, it ain’t raining no pesos |
They do what I say so ‘cause my presence demands it |
A veteran standard, man what’s better than Stan shit |
I will sever they hand if they extend it to grab this |
Shit on everything like I’ve never been pampered |
Son’em like Frederick Sandford, been a G |
But I don’t sale trash just so I can make a living, B |
I’m art personified, all heart magnified |
By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
I be ripping up the stage like I’m tearing up floor boards |
You don’t keep’em engage they just lay on the floor bored |
I have’em in a craze they gon' leave with their core sore |
Body crowds for days like a terrorist warlord |
Light up the scoreboard, go hard as mug… |
I’m a titan I throw swords, throat armed with a scud |
If you mic’em he’s so raw but doper when unplugged |
A sight sicker than cold sores, go for a dub |
If you pay at the door, unless you pay in advance |
This ain’t your regular show that’s right you even can dance |
No need to hold up the wall, it got plenty of beams |
You can throw up your arms and if you’re feeling it scream |
2 turntables and a mic that’s what I call riot gear |
Turn all the way up! |
It’s about to get live in here |
I’m art personified, all heart magnified |
By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |
Follow the Master |