album cover
Ministry of Truth
Technical Lullaby
Hip-Hop/Rap
Technical Lullaby was released on December 15, 2023 by ZeckeRecords as a part of the album The Unlit Side - Single
album cover
AlbumThe Unlit Side - Single
Release DateDecember 15, 2023
LabelZeckeRecords
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM176

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ministry of Truth
Ministry of Truth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Maskoff
Bob Maskoff
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yaw! Yo, yo
Yaw, yaw! Now check this out, please
These horns stand for my ill form
Now you're getting torn apart by my will
Born and raised and still not major, damn
No paycheck in ages, man!
'Cause I'm in my shit!
It's spittin' riddles, miracle kick
Blows to parameters so inevitable
Even the devil gets sick
It's hard to be metal when you're like a pebble
Not bulletproof, settle the others and tell 'em
I sell 'em a better or another if they got the balance
To get it, and if not, forget it!
And I will be with it
If you try to hit it in hidden areas
Where noone should get in
I head in, I fit in, nobody could tell us
Not to be the better ones sneakin' and shittin'
I'll never forget it
I better get ready
To sit my ass down with my riddles, enbed 'em
Dirty-ass denims, but have you heard of
The venom I be sellin' or spellin' while tellin'?
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
I'm a slacker
I, sick bastard
Real good in doing most of my shit backwards
Never been happier rapper
Than just lacking the slicks
But the skills is backwards for this shit
Fuck this industry!
Pre-programmed history
Never will I sign and give up on my creative shit
You diggin' me?
This energy, symphony
Pure fucking synergy
Rappin' but I'm also happy cacklin' around
(Yo, check this shit out, check this shit out
Please, check it out!)
I am irrelevant but I'm immortal
I take all the syllables all through the portal
I take out the nemesis, get him with fortune and
Hit 'em with any diss, then I will force him
To give me a berry kiss right on the foreskin
And tell 'em to marry Ms. Mandarin Horseman
To carry the sorrow of many men hitting
Inside of this bitch and then he'll be lost n' shit
We own the throne, on again
Ridiculous rappin' that's sicker than stan
Thicker than fan bitches, no plan?
I plan to get rich as fuck!
Yo, damn, I gotta be quicker than sand
To get me enhanced, to get me advanced
To get myself livin' and givin' a glance
Deliver the fans (unintelligable), yeah
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
Intense, quick rap sense
Better get to writing before the shift ends
Dispenza, the doctor, ahwoo!
Better get in your own mind, your truth
No-one-ah can take-ah from you
Whatever they talk about, I do what I do
Fuck freaks on saturday
Better buck beats or batterway
Bring the buckets, bust buck quick
What? West coast shit? Us? Nat okay!
A vacation we will get in when this shit's already blazing, our
Dick give you a mix between Swiss, Sicily, and Croatia!
Smoking and sitting and selling out
Sensing significant shit, sell our strain and shout
Hitting the rhythm I'm bringing it with me
When I be the lyrical stuttering sibling
To tell 'em I'm still in the game with no fortune
Or fame, and no shame to be literally hittin'
With spits so irregular fitting
Tracks will be lit and
Facts so sickishly written
Don't you be forgetting to sit
In this shit and now listen! (listen)
(Ja chum, jetz no du) Fu- Fu- Fu- Fu-
Fu- Fu- Fu- Fuck this industry!
Yo, music
Will I ever get tired of this?
Will I ever listen to critics?
Ever, ever, ever since I was born
All I felt about was all this music shit, you dig?
Ever since I was born, yeah
Ever since I was born, yeah
Ever since I was a little kid
All I could dig about was the music shit, you dig?
Ever since I was a kid, yeah
Ever since I was a kid, yeah
Do you dig? The Ministry don't give a shit and fucks
About what you thought, not! (no joke)
Ministry's the shit, no joke
The Ministry's the shiit!
All you care and think about is
Sit-up, stuck-up systems, geah!
Ministry will dig them crates! (yeah)
Ministry will dig them crates! (fucked up)
This music shit is like drugs
Put one in the morning - and store 'em
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
Spitting up the dust from our lungs
Better bust or be gone
What we trust, what the fuck
Where the fuck we call home?
Must write enough while I'm by Mastas throne
Getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
Spitting up the dust, gone (Uh, yeah, uh)
Trust, gone
Trust, fuck, fuck we call home
Must write enough, Mastas throne
High, lullaby, from the sky
Spitting up the dust, gone (Uh, yeah, uh)
Trust, gone
Trust, fuck, fuck we call home
Must write enough, Mastas throne
High, lullaby, from the sky
Spitting up the dust (Uh, yeah, uh)
Trust, must, hi-
Spitting up the dust, gone (Uh, yeah, uh)
Trust, gone
Trust, fuck, fuck we call home
Must write enough, Mastas throne
High, from the sky!
Written by: Bob Maskoff

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...