Pete Rock, Inspectah Deck, Kurupt - Tru Master lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen (I'd like to know)
Are you ready for star time? (yeah)
Okay, well, lemme kinda move
These things around here, ya know?
Ladies and gentlemen
I don't know what this is
Coming down through the audience
But look like it just came
Out of the basement (yeahhh)
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'?)
(Thank you, because because now)
Alright, let's bring to the stage

Yo! Your Highness, live from the bricks
One-six pete Rock bang your head
Break the drumsticks verbal assault
Rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist with the smash hit's
Catchin' flicks
Savagely attack this, blast with accurate aim


Spark the flame, burn this and pop a vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train
Hold ya brain in a state
Of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game
I bang with the big boys
Those who hold names
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
A Tru Master
Way beyond your freshman attempts
Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death
'til we settle the score
You can never measure, to the standard
Of the most popular demanded rap classic
Pop corks while the sound
Knock your socks off
Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts
Move the world with an unknown force

Aiyyo, we had the bass-pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (Uh, huh)
Original rap with new school leaders (True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world, cousin
'cause Hip-Hop remains

"I'm a true master
You can check my credentials" Jeru
"Master in the MC field" Parrish Smith
"Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" OC
"From the master from the
Master" The Notorious BIG

Yo, I drop jewels like hail
Rap rides the third rail
Transmit def styles with sign
Language and Braille
In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you feel with
Navy Seal mic troops
Sergeant S-P, slaughter
Pete Rock of Gibraltar
Miraculous lyrics that tread water
A rap nigga, show respect
Write rhymes that connect
Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck
Keep my feet blessed
Fresh with the Scottie Pippen's
In the game of life, I play all positions
(Kurupt)
Stop, look and listen total package (Uh)
Yes, a true master, produce rhymes
Slang hit's faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies
Inside the frame pass with flyin' colors
The number one Soul Brother all eyes on us
Guard your grill and take cover

Aiyyo, we had the bass-pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (Uh, huh)
Original rap with new school leaders (True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world, cousin
'cause Hip-Hop remains

"I'm a true master
You can check my credentials" Jeru The Damaja
"Master in the MC field" Parrish Smith
"Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" OC
"From the master from the
Master" The Notorious BIG

I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster
I'm disastrous with stashes
Cold and hot flashes masters of self
A whole carload of explosives
Like Zorro with holsters
Def with the intellect of wizards to warlocks
For sure, Akh, I'm raw, Akh
With four Glocks, more pop
More ways to get paid, more ways to display
More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray
God is good, growin' up in the hood
Done some things bad, done some things good
Me and Pete is like rhymes to chemicals
Clash atom bombs to mustard gas
We hit the scene i break ya
Take ya to a whole different scene
AR-15's and beams
Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed
A gang of jumpin' beans
Explode and reload, we dumps machines
Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star
I'm a hard Gogg, raw Dogg
Hog with the gold paw
Dogg Pound Gangstaz (DPG)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete
Rock drop the beat

"Masters of art" KRS-One
"Be the sharpest motherfucker
With the beats, with the rhymes" Method Man

"Check this out"