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Masta
Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's
The first fresh [?] of the day is so
When I walk, in my head, there's a that talks
In my ear I can hear so clear, you I'm buggin' right?
I'm just contemplating the [?]
Out to the Westside my killer Cali ride and get the head right
Yo son, I'm on the flight in
Twist some [?] I'm guaranteed the right of his psalm before we
Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] of speech
[?] military arm to swarm, get your party on
Drinks on the tonight, ladies lookin' right
nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong
Ghost the red light on before we get on
An hour's too [?], we got a million songs

Method
Yo I gotta be this music, it's therapeutic
Like my first blunt of the day to the movement
I'm sittin' in the room with a view, always room for improvement
So I grab my coat and go and it
Just me against the world, you can find me in the
She'll spot me in the lobby, find me in the free
Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the of my seats
put me in a lineup til' I wind up in the beast
That's the belly, how they tryna tell me when to eat
a plate of food barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we to shoot skelly in the streets
Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a
But now we livin' life, and such a good life I wish that I could live it
I'd make [?] my wife
It's Clan, always collect cheddar
Proper education, correct errors

Yo, bananas, Redman so
Chi-town know I'm pimping the mic,
One hit, and follow me like Twitter
Crack I talk, I like the mic [?]
The hit it, chicks swing wit' it
box niggas in like Dom King did it
I get dough, [?] for the flow
My weed more greener than Lou
My man hand on the pistol
I crack squares up like Nabisco
Oh, at me, I'm lightweight
But the heart to peel back your white meat
Yo wifey me to make her wifey
Hit it, make the bitch at high speed
Doc