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Masters of war Build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy All the money you made will never buy back your soul Yeah Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga I verbally murder these niggas Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas I ain't worshipping these niggas Man it's curtains for these niggas Man I'm hurdling these niggas Put a hurting on these niggas Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner That's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denim Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim Feel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching them By day I be teaching them By night I'm a heathen, um Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean Letras de cancionesPlus a norwegian, look like (?) Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them" So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum numb The world is a stage, America steady policing them Niggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones Masters of war Build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy All the money you made will never buy back your soul Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back Niggas behave the same as how they souls act Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices Might be bias, Michael Myers What you want, I'm ten floors highers Ha ha ha ha, (?) Stacking my cheese on top, top top top I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot (?) Look at my life, how is it perfect? All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the serving All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing Same dude in the booth that I am in person So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker Bandz Masters of war Build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy All the money you made will never buy back your soul Yeah yeah I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked I'm my only master and my own apprentice How do I present this, tryna find a sentence Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision Cold as cryogenics Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics I've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting I'm just too direct, no such thing as hinting Kick the shit now quit your bitching Now cut the shit, let's get to business I try to show whats hidden Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenic Get offended Make you see the veil then I lift it Been to hell it's (?) visit Here's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, aye How to make a murderer, better yet How to make a terrorist, better yet How to start a civil war, better yet How to tax America, yeah yeah Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic Don't panic, follow the rabbit Bandz From Letras Mania