Masters and Slaves

DJ Lalo Unique Sounds Mpire Productions Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"? Yo You are the master You are the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid? Yo I am the master I am the slave I walk concrete street with no heat No liquor No beat to spark inner energy from nerve centers in me My destination for the world proclaims that I'm the master Humans can't pronounce my name It sounds strange how we behave on streets that's barely paved In my eyes see slugs fly from a twelve gauge I'm a slave for beats A junkie to vibrations on streets Nerd for adverbs and words thugs speak I'm outta your reach Elevated Mpire dedicated Repertoire registered in subterranean basements I lay adjacent to females who smack aces On 120 lessons sipping grains with no chasers They can't take us if we unite Still, I stand naked in flight And look to the east from whence comes the light I'm dynamite As long as God say it's aight I'll explode on the globe and bring new days from night Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"? Yo You are the master You are the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid? Yo I am the master I am the slave Digest sick smells With no more air to inhale Lies prevail And cops be like, "Well, well, well..." In my concrete cell I'm a slave to trains on rails High gas prices And lost females who look lifeless It ain't the nicest When the mindless Mistake kindness for weakness And beats can't be sequenced For unexplainable reasons Wait for seasons to change Glaciers of Ice makes my eyes rain Life in the ghetto just is not the same From Tupac to Kane I kickboxing the lame You wanna die? Living life as a slave Ain't that a shame Many things change But repercussions stay the same Slaves to the industry If we're not masters of the fame Masters of the game Master of sounds Masters and mix-downs Instead of taking pick-backs I watch doors get picked down Ain't no masters here Ain't no slaves either Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"? Yo You are the master You are the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid? Yo I am the master I am the slave We run backstreet With black heat Where cats catch caps in track meets Homicide dominates the fact sheets NiKKKas act sweet Basslines bang the back streets where Acs creep Dodging the faKKKets with flat feet In the projects Concrete blocks and thug logic Hostile hominids battle for geographical dominance Killers and politics Murder men with legal documents I see it inside While rivers reflect the obvious Faces are fake forms and fabrications of flesh I hope I survive until I'm 105 and catch death in a deep rest I detest lack of grasses Environmental hazards A.I.D.S., multiple forms of Cancer Pollution, prostitution, slaves and masters Children without fathers grow up as dirty bastards Fools for fashion Embracing labels on fabric Money exchanged and souls are taken captive Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"? Yo You are the master You are the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid? Yo I am the master I am the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"? Yo You are the master You are the slave Who is the master? Who is the slave? Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid? Yo I am the master I am the slave