Cloak N Dagga - Majestic Mic Masters lyrics
[Cloak N Dagga - Majestic Mic Masters lyrics]
Yea!, yea!
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak, they know!
Ayo, Butane Germaine, Hussein's my new name
Head Trauma Records produce the blue flame
Let's play
My ink pen spray what Sean Penn say
After the picture is drawn, I yawn then lay
Enter the quiet zone, harps and xylophones
Provide the tone, pass me the microphone
Flow natural, walk over to control panel
Highlight the mode of attack, select battle
Directives deviated, everything's recreated
Be creative, step inside my MC simulator
Slowly pull the wool from over your eyes
As troops mobilize to recover stolen rhymes
You push, I pull you drive, I ride
You buy what I supply
Shut the fuck up and drive
Dragon fly aerial view
Wind speed less than two
Lieutenant Manchu, the best in my crew
Mandarin too, arguin' with Aryan Zeus
But the truth is
He mad 'cause I married a gook but she know
When I lock and load my cock grows
I burn the block down
Get the cops on the phone
Don't look for contact, contact finds you
We walk up behind you while
You listen to iTunes
Ayo, I'm lyrically lethal
My Sifu, taught me how to spit C-4
Initiate the death flow
The?Dan Mak?, Tai Warrior Ong Bak
Brooklyn to Vietnam
Hold me down on the block
To warn his block, crooked ass cops
Psych you out with the phych-ops
Third eye bigger then Cyclops
Return the planet rock, 0700 hours on the dot
We stopped the plot to ban Hip-Hop
Marshall law got every city block on lock
Snipers on top of the buildings
Scopin' out the ghetto children
Five 5 percenters, in the cipher building
'85ers still long for the return of Stigmata
The father, the son, the holy
Spirit, you hear it, you feel it
Possessin' my lyrics
Ancient spirit's from the pyramids
We spit graffiti hieroglyphics, terrific
Audio graphic cybernetic pictures direct
From the flame scriptures
Rip your flesh from your bones
Body bag them on the microphone
Gamma Omega delta drop zone
Don't test it until we bless
It with the Masonic message
The +Majestic Mic Masters+
Sith Lord Assassins
Trained in the black arts
I spit a poison dart in your heart
Hannibal Lector let you tear your body apart
Stand parallel, I parasail down the carousel
Rhythmatic Jiu Jit'su, I do this well
Front sword, hand stand
I landed on the back of the van
I made the driver crash into a trash can
Before we exchange blows
Cloak bring with the scope
Spitters not, but with the Hindu red dot
Cleanin' the soap
The jar of Anti matter was stuck in his coat
I bagged the two Van Gogh's
Then repelled up a light pole
Black Kobra commander, Rambo Commando
Platoon
Walk up under Jacob's Ladder, you're doomed
Blood spilled you get served for meal
On Hamburger Hill
My squad's been ready to die
But now they're ready to kill
My soldier's are ill, swallow six caiyan pill
March from Brooklyn to Brownsville
To buck you with the hot steel
What the deal?, C & D, we birth worth a mil
Penetrate your force field
Wesley Snipe you with the raw skill
I fuckin' wipe you outta this planet
Fo' real c & D, soared the shield
Hip-Hop prophecy fullfield
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak
Yo, the gifted God, sick with the bars
My spit's like the world's
Biggest liquid bomb
Welcome to the nation of Bislam dot com
Stop storms from spinnin' with fists and arms
A beast on the mic, nowadays I chill
Anywhere rap exists, they praise my skill
All by myself I buckled
The whole asteroid belt
I laugh when they ask for my help
Capture more souls than Hell's
Gate border patrol
Exported the flow, imported some hoes
Better respect the verbose vet, Yermo's best
Germanicus left and came back
With Merlot breath the robomech
Turbo tech with a Werewolf chest
Servos turn both my wrists
Mic Masters with a recipe for the Anti matter
You don't wanna fuck around
With cloak or Dagga
"They all have specific sonograms
Voice prints"
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak, they know!
Ayo, Butane Germaine, Hussein's my new name
Head Trauma Records produce the blue flame
Let's play
My ink pen spray what Sean Penn say
After the picture is drawn, I yawn then lay
Enter the quiet zone, harps and xylophones
Provide the tone, pass me the microphone
Flow natural, walk over to control panel
Highlight the mode of attack, select battle
Directives deviated, everything's recreated
Be creative, step inside my MC simulator
Slowly pull the wool from over your eyes
As troops mobilize to recover stolen rhymes
You push, I pull you drive, I ride
You buy what I supply
Shut the fuck up and drive
Dragon fly aerial view
Wind speed less than two
Lieutenant Manchu, the best in my crew
Mandarin too, arguin' with Aryan Zeus
But the truth is
He mad 'cause I married a gook but she know
When I lock and load my cock grows
I burn the block down
Get the cops on the phone
Don't look for contact, contact finds you
We walk up behind you while
You listen to iTunes
Ayo, I'm lyrically lethal
My Sifu, taught me how to spit C-4
Initiate the death flow
The?Dan Mak?, Tai Warrior Ong Bak
Brooklyn to Vietnam
Hold me down on the block
To warn his block, crooked ass cops
Psych you out with the phych-ops
Third eye bigger then Cyclops
Return the planet rock, 0700 hours on the dot
We stopped the plot to ban Hip-Hop
Marshall law got every city block on lock
Snipers on top of the buildings
Scopin' out the ghetto children
Five 5 percenters, in the cipher building
'85ers still long for the return of Stigmata
The father, the son, the holy
Spirit, you hear it, you feel it
Possessin' my lyrics
Ancient spirit's from the pyramids
We spit graffiti hieroglyphics, terrific
Audio graphic cybernetic pictures direct
From the flame scriptures
Rip your flesh from your bones
Body bag them on the microphone
Gamma Omega delta drop zone
Don't test it until we bless
It with the Masonic message
The +Majestic Mic Masters+
Sith Lord Assassins
Trained in the black arts
I spit a poison dart in your heart
Hannibal Lector let you tear your body apart
Stand parallel, I parasail down the carousel
Rhythmatic Jiu Jit'su, I do this well
Front sword, hand stand
I landed on the back of the van
I made the driver crash into a trash can
Before we exchange blows
Cloak bring with the scope
Spitters not, but with the Hindu red dot
Cleanin' the soap
The jar of Anti matter was stuck in his coat
I bagged the two Van Gogh's
Then repelled up a light pole
Black Kobra commander, Rambo Commando
Platoon
Walk up under Jacob's Ladder, you're doomed
Blood spilled you get served for meal
On Hamburger Hill
My squad's been ready to die
But now they're ready to kill
My soldier's are ill, swallow six caiyan pill
March from Brooklyn to Brownsville
To buck you with the hot steel
What the deal?, C & D, we birth worth a mil
Penetrate your force field
Wesley Snipe you with the raw skill
I fuckin' wipe you outta this planet
Fo' real c & D, soared the shield
Hip-Hop prophecy fullfield
The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a
Jar of Anti matter cloak-N-Dagga
There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's
Dagga-N-Cloak
Yo, the gifted God, sick with the bars
My spit's like the world's
Biggest liquid bomb
Welcome to the nation of Bislam dot com
Stop storms from spinnin' with fists and arms
A beast on the mic, nowadays I chill
Anywhere rap exists, they praise my skill
All by myself I buckled
The whole asteroid belt
I laugh when they ask for my help
Capture more souls than Hell's
Gate border patrol
Exported the flow, imported some hoes
Better respect the verbose vet, Yermo's best
Germanicus left and came back
With Merlot breath the robomech
Turbo tech with a Werewolf chest
Servos turn both my wrists
Mic Masters with a recipe for the Anti matter
You don't wanna fuck around
With cloak or Dagga
"They all have specific sonograms
Voice prints"
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