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MasterPeace
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Damage
[Chorus]
[Justice]
Brain Damage! Wordplay for your blank canvas.
[Nate]
Master Peace - but the war paints savage
[Justice]
War paints panic...
[Nate]
More paint, splash it!
[Justice]
Ashes! Ashes!
[Nate]
A flash,
They frantic!
Man it's insane
Can I damage the game?
[Justice]
Fuck that!
I'm Gonna damage your brain
[Nate]
Man it's insane.
Canada-mage the game?
[Justice]
Fuck that! I'm Ghana damage your brain!
[Verse 1]
All I hear is ridicule in form of subliminals.
Talking that 'blah blah blah...'
You know where we from? Ka-na-da
We would call all y'all the double entendre ensemble.
Appreciate the art - disregard the karma.
And I appreciate if you'd step up and be your teams martyr.
You must be fucked, you custy thug.
This is my house; I'll kick you out and bring you in, like a dusty rug.
From my lungs to my tongue I run these cuts,
So that raw spit must be brung.
Get it poppin! Pansy flogging, panties dropping.
Major guapin! Bra unlocking, raw when spitting'
Raw when talking.
Song rocking, don donning.
Shot calling, Time zone crossing, Circuit bossing.
It's hard being gifted, and even harder being different.
How I'm living, you would snitch on what you saw
Call that tell-a-vision.
Metaphor for what I tell physicians;
Hold the herbs like a desert wizard
Memorizing mesmerizing mesmerisions!
[Chorus]
[VERSE 2- Nate Br'ganté]
Got a watch on hip hop, this timing you can't stop it.
Damus, cuz I came after these damn prophets.
Turn willows into weed, give a fuck if your agnostic,
Cuz these whining motherfuckers a are a bunch of alcoholics!
I'm a god damn Demi-God, Pop-Dammit!
Light the hall up, and the the thoughts all scattered.
Got a hot boxed attic, a lotta knots, titanic!
Got you hooked on phonics and the hooks are hot branded.
Trouble, caught manic depressed, so I pressed this game in its chest until its heart got scrabbled.
This is life. My daughter got a hard knock laugh,
Orange ya darn glad that she's not called apple?
I Snapped! - Pop, Crackle, but this laws got gavel.
Let My passion age you, cuz my accents gravel
Got back on page, after that Oz fiasco
Circled hell, these travels, I'm Dante Asshole!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Justice]
High grade...
College consciousness.
Infamous infantry,
My squads anonymous.
I work hard turning negative into positives
I'm Dr. Love you can call me your guy - nocologist!
If affliction was a wound I just try to suppress my cuts.
While I express my guts, and do best for less blood shed.
It's just too deep... the muck and metaphors that equate my state are just too weak.
So I'm stuck…
[Nate Br'ganté]
I've got a lot of costumes in my closet keepin' skeletons.
I pause, because the posthumous
Got this constant freakin' yelling.
Once this lozenge puts the cough to rest.
Got peroxide in my fuckin' chest.
Just a dollop in the water, and I'm droppin' into consciousness.
I'm droppin' out of college, its a fuckin' waste of minutes.
Minutes for my phonics, not the phone you got for Christmas.
I got my daughter from a comet, now there's condoms on my wishlist.
On top the world, and never stop until we wash the linens!
[Chorus]
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