Ransom - Master Peace lyrics
[Ransom - Master Peace lyrics]
And you don't know what's happening
'Cause someone has taught you
To suffer peacefully
The white man do the same thing
To you in the street
Where he don't wanna put knots on your head
And take advantage of you
And don't have to be afraid
Of you fighting back
To keep you from fighting back he
Get you these religious Uncle Toms
(God bless my momma)
To teach you and me that just like Novacane
Suffer peacefully, don't stop suffering
Just suffer peacefully (God bless my momma)
I once said that my life was a work of art
Couple strokes on a blank canvas
To hurt the heart
Had a brush with death before
I could learn to talk
The painting's on the wall
Don't wait for the verse to start
You people could view it all
When the weapon's out you would hope
That I knew to draw
Tried to frame me for a case
That they knew was lost
Guess I was too involved
Hire a sketchy lawyer that claimed
That he knew the law, huh
And through it all I remained to be energetic
Built a beautiful mind out of
Thoughts that are esoteric, hey
I say hot shit like the Devil said it
I may not trip 'cause I'm level headed
Could never worship a book if
I've never read it
Pardon me, that's kind of abstract
Act like I never said it
Here's the twist, when this nigga lock in
Bet they gon' dread it
Just forget it, I'm over ya heads, huh
I'm close to the ledge
Masterpiece if I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me
It's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully
It's a masterpiece huh, a masterpiece
Let me paint
Picture me hiding behind a verse
No days off when it's time
To supply the work
Thoughts of them old folks
Dying inside a church
That's why I spend it all
'Cause you never see a U-Haul
Riding behind a hearse
You can't take it with you
When lying inside the dirt
In a room full of snakes
Beware of the liars first
The jealous ones next
But most of 'em die of thirst
When it comes to the naked truth
I address the entire earth, huh
It's the wild wild west, and I'm Wyatt Earp
I could try my best, but am I the first?
I defied my death, but I might be cursed
So in death, I'm still born like
A baby who died at birth, huh
You can Google and try and search
But the shit that I speak about
Got them people on high alert
Some people want Trump dead
But it's bigger than Hip-Hop
I believe in a dead Pres'
I believe in a dead Pres', yeah
Masterpiece if I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me
It's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully
It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece
'Cause someone has taught you
To suffer peacefully
The white man do the same thing
To you in the street
Where he don't wanna put knots on your head
And take advantage of you
And don't have to be afraid
Of you fighting back
To keep you from fighting back he
Get you these religious Uncle Toms
(God bless my momma)
To teach you and me that just like Novacane
Suffer peacefully, don't stop suffering
Just suffer peacefully (God bless my momma)
I once said that my life was a work of art
Couple strokes on a blank canvas
To hurt the heart
Had a brush with death before
I could learn to talk
The painting's on the wall
Don't wait for the verse to start
You people could view it all
When the weapon's out you would hope
That I knew to draw
Tried to frame me for a case
That they knew was lost
Guess I was too involved
Hire a sketchy lawyer that claimed
That he knew the law, huh
And through it all I remained to be energetic
Built a beautiful mind out of
Thoughts that are esoteric, hey
I say hot shit like the Devil said it
I may not trip 'cause I'm level headed
Could never worship a book if
I've never read it
Pardon me, that's kind of abstract
Act like I never said it
Here's the twist, when this nigga lock in
Bet they gon' dread it
Just forget it, I'm over ya heads, huh
I'm close to the ledge
Masterpiece if I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me
It's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully
It's a masterpiece huh, a masterpiece
Let me paint
Picture me hiding behind a verse
No days off when it's time
To supply the work
Thoughts of them old folks
Dying inside a church
That's why I spend it all
'Cause you never see a U-Haul
Riding behind a hearse
You can't take it with you
When lying inside the dirt
In a room full of snakes
Beware of the liars first
The jealous ones next
But most of 'em die of thirst
When it comes to the naked truth
I address the entire earth, huh
It's the wild wild west, and I'm Wyatt Earp
I could try my best, but am I the first?
I defied my death, but I might be cursed
So in death, I'm still born like
A baby who died at birth, huh
You can Google and try and search
But the shit that I speak about
Got them people on high alert
Some people want Trump dead
But it's bigger than Hip-Hop
I believe in a dead Pres'
I believe in a dead Pres', yeah
Masterpiece if I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me
It's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully
It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece