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 hits that can flip      Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim   Spark the flame, burn this inside the vein   Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold ya brain   In the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine      I bang with the big boys, those who hold name   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 classics      Pop corks while the style knock your tops off   Ghetto summer jam's got the streets 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   Original rap with new school leaders   (True)   Graffiti art names with fat gold chains   Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains      I'm a true master, you can check my credentials   Master in the MC field   Master, preacher, poet, a teacher   From the master from the master      Yo I drop jewels like hail, rap rides the third rail   Transmit def styles with sign language in braille   In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot   Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops      Spark the 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   Stop look and listen, total package, yes a true master   Produce rhymes, slang hits faster      The master of the game, solo artist by name   Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame   Passionate bright 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   Original rap with new school leaders   (True)   Graffiti art names with fat gold chains   Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains      I'm a true master, you can check my credentials   Master in the MC field   Master, preacher, poet, a teacher   From the master from the master      I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster   I'm disastrous with smashes, cold and hot flashin'   Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives   Like Zorro your host is      Death with the intellect from wizards to warlocks   I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock with four glocks, smallpox   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 intervene, I break ya, take ya to a whole difference scene   AR-15's and beams Got em jumpin, like   I swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans   Explode and reload, we dumps machines      Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star   I'm a hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the gold paw      Dogg Pound Gangstaz   I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta   I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta   Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat      Masters of art   Be the sharpest motherfucker   With the beats, with the rhymes   Check this out