Check it
I'm the fucking one without a jacket
When i play the microphone
I rip it yes i wreck it
Fools in my way
Step out of the way
With this lyrical style
You're gonna get sprayed
Masterminded with a master plan
Well i'm back to the jam
With a mic in my hand
So where would you rather be
Living on your hands and knees?
Well they got you wanting it so bad now
It's just a fucking tease
Use your mind over matter
Don't give in
Reach for the carrot
That's still hanging
Masterminded by a master plan
Yes... they don't give a damn
They give with one hand
And they got take with the other
While they say they're your friend
But their world is a lie
They give with one hand
And they got to take with the other
Well ya know it's the end
But it's just the beginning
Dominant view
It's all over you
Check it
I'm the fucking one
With the pin-stripe jacket
Orchestrate my shit
While the drummer's getting wicked
In your mind no room to decide
All the same
So you're trapped inside
Masterminded with a master plan
Well i'm back in the jam
With a mic in my hand
