[Verse 1: Chester Watson]
It's like intellectuals went extinct
My consciousness saying that it's perpetual at the brink of the abyss
I sit at the exit and then dismiss
Higher knowledge like an extraterrestrial [?]

I'm only in this for revenue and the kicks
So you can catch me chilling with decimals in my clique
Throwing spliffs to the head and exhaling into a crypt
Where I'm from, n***as ruthless, they carry nooses and clips

[Hook] x2
I'm the puppet
Master
Controlling all these people with my fucking
Accent

Smoke much dope
Know his ruckus [?]
Busters
Can't say I ain't fucking classic

Clutching and worship

[Verse 2: Chester Watson]
Governor
Behead n***as
In all black
Reminiscing of cartel and fed n***as
Hard to tell
But he said wicked bread driven
Not hard to smell
Because the threads in it

The villain
Mega-mellow like he careless but he's hell-bending
And he the Wooki, never hairless but imperil sitting
So where your n***as because my n***as don't see narrow limits
With no campus steady painting pictures like we arrow knitting

[Hook]
Puppet
Masters
Controlling all these people with our fucking
Tactics

Smoke much dope
Know his ruckus [?]
Busters
Can't say we ain't fucking classic

Clutching and worship

[Outro: Tamara Davidson]