Tru Master Lyrics - Singles - Pete Rock

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 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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