Masters of the Universe

{Lyrics by: RealAndTrueHipHop}





I, control planets in my hand with this rap shit

We, make solar systems disappear like a hat trick



See, what differentiate us is we don't lack shit

But, hey, display wackness is practice, this rap shit is



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[Tek-nition]



Yo, let me show you how to rip lyrics and viciously murder the mic

Lyrics contained in DNA to bring my verses to life



My words stick to your scalp like a person with lice

You don't believe my poetry? Well, here's some words of advice



This poet's deep, plus the way that I be flowing is nice

You second guessing? Then it's obvious you know that I'm right



I've been a novelist before I had a flow and was tight

I wasn't dropping hits, I drop bombs to blow up the mic



Like, a warfare, I'm lyrically moving y'all squares

If y'all there, I'mma show you my metaphor's rare



With biblical symbols on my ???umbilical??? cord

??? war lord, sentinel enter your ventricles



With a long sword, disconnecting your tentacles

A visual hardcore, criminals think they spitting and y'all sway



Ya'll spitting dumb rhymes, busy imitating my punchlines

Stop riding my dick cause you covered with bubblegum rhymes



Y'all need to stop that, could never top that

Where I'm from, n***as like you would stand in cyphers and would not rap



Holy shit, I'm defying gravity like I'm Morpheus

Mind create dimensions with a millions planets thats orbiting





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[Hex-One]



You n***as better cut the fronting before I try your chin

My flows will fry your skin, and make your body absorb this fire like vitamin



You faggot clone get dragged and thrown in the lion's den

For trying to battle this violent rhyming Leviathan



This shit is deep, son, I'm raping the beat

??? the sleep, I'll have your sheets baking in heat



Faking defeat, for your team, I'm making them meat

Take it as weak? I'll have your teeth scraping the street



You bitches real as dykes, my clique's elite just like the British rites

My killer strife, you men are timid mice soon as the menace strikes



Soon as I finish fights, so, take a hike, don't test my limits twice

And ask your friend give you kin advice, I've always been this nice



So, give us mics, we finna shine like we invented lights

And leave your afterlife diminished like you pricks invented Christ



For when it strikes, my clique ascetic like Dominic whites

Try to bite my shit? You'll be in clinics for extending nights



You meet the feet to this, it ain't no secret

Yo, my ??? is the illest viral agents on the petrie dish



And spray with ether mist, ignite a flame and make your speaker's crisp

We bang you snakes until your face is featureless



Your music never felt right, oh, you say you busting shells? Right

You mean at night you crushing snails? Right



I'll have you tucking in your tail cause you frail, you can tell right?

Yo, let me tell them what they smell like, pussy



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