Master Builders - Lord lyrics
[Master Builders - Lord lyrics]
Master Builders is the name of the album
Blow the planet to pieces and
See what we salvage
Right now nigga, the backyard is a Fat Farm
You've never seen no rap star
Lamping like Saddam in Panama
Man overboard, custom Mopar Snorkel exhaust
Four by four, water ford your shores
Mach 18, 100 feet off the deck
Enough to scrape a little chicken
Meat off your neck
For every half hour, every rap you encounter
Freeze dry you with some sour then
I smash you to powder
Don't ever disrespect the god, join me
Let's pray to the Lord
Go lay your ass in some Epsom salt
Thermobarics blow you out your
Underground cavern for practise
Like some kind of antigravity backspin
The meltdown half your unannounced
Assets for taxes
And leave the rest for your family to
Fear unbalanced
The ten thousand yard stare shatters
Eggshell veneer rappers, war's a racket
We force feed maggots
Pulses of their organic matter fahrenheit 9
11, a cabbage over a pot
Of boiling Holy Water
Make it more dramatic if you
A hardcore whore for theatrics
Flying tigers, one plane
Air frame for pilots
By the time you hear the air raid siren
You got to share that with
A moment of silence david Crockett blast
You don't want no scabies scabs
The currency 'bout to crash
I'ma pay you last black mould on my plate
Hold hands so my family will mumble pray
Give thanks to being underweight
Black crows on the gate go away
When they realise we ain't got no
Bones to throw away today
Ace hog way on the waist
I want Chesapeake Bay lobster
I traded it for a case of vodka
We them freight harbour neighbourhood
Graverobbers with homemade choppers
18 gauges, home depot shell cases made
From prefabricated copper
Negotiate barter and trade dollars
But, if not we trade for the hostage
High tech, low tech, no tech
The weight of the boobytrap
Make the rope stretch
The old man head crash
Sound like a megayacht boat wreck
Go ask Pharaoh if he let my people go yet
But what's the point in me asking your name
If you don't even own that
You just a clone to rap
If you can just destroy something
And can't build nothing stupid motherfucker
What do you think you gonna get
Blow the planet to pieces and
See what we salvage
Right now nigga, the backyard is a Fat Farm
You've never seen no rap star
Lamping like Saddam in Panama
Man overboard, custom Mopar Snorkel exhaust
Four by four, water ford your shores
Mach 18, 100 feet off the deck
Enough to scrape a little chicken
Meat off your neck
For every half hour, every rap you encounter
Freeze dry you with some sour then
I smash you to powder
Don't ever disrespect the god, join me
Let's pray to the Lord
Go lay your ass in some Epsom salt
Thermobarics blow you out your
Underground cavern for practise
Like some kind of antigravity backspin
The meltdown half your unannounced
Assets for taxes
And leave the rest for your family to
Fear unbalanced
The ten thousand yard stare shatters
Eggshell veneer rappers, war's a racket
We force feed maggots
Pulses of their organic matter fahrenheit 9
11, a cabbage over a pot
Of boiling Holy Water
Make it more dramatic if you
A hardcore whore for theatrics
Flying tigers, one plane
Air frame for pilots
By the time you hear the air raid siren
You got to share that with
A moment of silence david Crockett blast
You don't want no scabies scabs
The currency 'bout to crash
I'ma pay you last black mould on my plate
Hold hands so my family will mumble pray
Give thanks to being underweight
Black crows on the gate go away
When they realise we ain't got no
Bones to throw away today
Ace hog way on the waist
I want Chesapeake Bay lobster
I traded it for a case of vodka
We them freight harbour neighbourhood
Graverobbers with homemade choppers
18 gauges, home depot shell cases made
From prefabricated copper
Negotiate barter and trade dollars
But, if not we trade for the hostage
High tech, low tech, no tech
The weight of the boobytrap
Make the rope stretch
The old man head crash
Sound like a megayacht boat wreck
Go ask Pharaoh if he let my people go yet
But what's the point in me asking your name
If you don't even own that
You just a clone to rap
If you can just destroy something
And can't build nothing stupid motherfucker
What do you think you gonna get