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masterminds - raiders of the lost art lyrics

[hook: oracle and (kimani)]
who these raiders of a lost art (lost art)? tryna bogart
the set, they fraudulent (fraudulent), don’t know when
it started or where it went (where it went), tryna say they
a part of this movement (of the movement), but all they gonna do
is exploit the music (the music). we gotta get ‘em now
(get ‘em now) gotta get ‘em quick (get ‘em quick) before they shut us down
(shut us down) over bullsh+t (bullsh+t), so we say, “f+ck that!”
(f+ck that!) we bust back (we bust back) with rough rap

[verse 1: kimani]
jumping jеsus on a pogo stick, i stay frosty
coffee shop chicks always try and pick apart the sentencе
it’s open mic night, so pick your penance
bid that nerd rap, fred durst cr+p good riddance (bon voyage)
some needed two+finger grabs like pat morita
decorated, phi theta kappa, true school leader, palm+reader
beat it up with iron monkey tactics, make ‘em
speak in tongues, say the pledge of allegiance backwards
running laps on a one+mile track with no loop and came
back with the backpack filled with stone soup loot
again, feeling like a super friend, trying
to send mxyzptlk back to [?]

[verse 2: oracle]
yo, we
spitting. forget about waiting to get in. ciphers
begin and end with the lyrics we send, express
mail in morse code and real edition, even
send ‘em by pigeon to show how fly rhymes are written (word)
suckers turn mannequin when you start damaging
their house. yeah, we ran up in, so stop your rambling
you’ll see what’s happening. your thoughts? yeah, we tapping in
to see what you lacking in then, we start attacking men
there’s nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (hide)
you fraudulent emcees, you running out of time (tell ‘em again)
there’s nowhere to run (nowhere to run), there’s nowhere to hide (hide)
you fraudulent emcees, you running out of time
[hook: oracle and (kimani)]
who these raiders of a lost art (lost art)? tryna bogart
the set, they fraudulent (fraudulent), don’t know when
it started or where it went (where it went), tryna say they
a part of this movement (of the movement), but all they gonna do
is exploit the music (the music). we gotta get ‘em now
(get ‘em now) gotta get ‘em quick (get ‘em quick) before they shut us down
(shut us down) over bullsh+t (bullsh+t), so we say, “f+ck that!”
(f+ck that!) we bust back (we bust back) with rough rap

[verse 3: oracle]
from malcolm x
to professor x, superior intellect
decipher our text spoken in the language you respect
like dollar signs, daily or weekly checks, mainly
making it step by step so you can follow it, model it
even bottle it if you want it (who want it?). our flow priceless
like midas, we touch it up so we can flaunt it, miners
trying to line up on it, we’re the kind of men that’s on it. you might
be exposed to what you may not be ready to know (word)
like your first pull of marijuana, we creep up on ya
like the church knucklehead tapping the preacher’s daughter
like the slave master telling the house n+gga’s mama that he
wish he never bought her. now, d+mn, we hit harder

[verse 4: kimani]
straight
to your zen palette, minor chord, thug palate, try to push
n+ggas fast, get herpy lovebug status. in these
critical times, my syllables fine, kick, snare
hi+hats, we backtrack and making abstract raps
non+authentic, non+scented, nope with the no class
no sk!ll, no talent, just ass. blast
from the past. can’t last? i can’t say. i got legs
like i’m marvin, you’re like sisqó g+y
watching kids chase pigeons like fools chase religion
as i burn down the prime meridian with branch davidians
in simian form, i’m evolved and transformed
optimus prime of rhyme with the rims and shine
[hook: oracle and (kimani)]
who these raiders of a lost art (lost art)? tryna bogart
the set, they fraudulent (fraudulent), don’t know when
it started or where it went (where it went), tryna say they
a part of this movement (of the movement), but all they gonna do
is exploit the music (the music). we gotta get ‘em now
(get ‘em now) gotta get ‘em quick (get ‘em quick) before they shut us down
(shut us down) over bullsh+t (bullsh+t), so we say, “f+ck that!”
(f+ck that!) we bust back (we bust back) with rough rap

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