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ministry.of.truth - live beat! lyrics

[verse 1: jay masta]
live beat breakin’ in
highspeed takin’em
rhyme sheets all over my streets, but most are fakin’em
dive into lonelyness, deep
that sh+t is aching, but for dimes and deals
yo, it’s the path you should be taking over wildcore beats
and my peeps, who’s up makin the list?
yo there’s five neat spots i could replace, but insist
to give you one more chance to get hot
but don’t be p+ssed right here on the spot, yo this is
a little demonstration
yo, no flop and no miss
this is the mighty ministry that just hopped on yo’ disc
i know the silence pretty well, like a spot on my wrist
that says magical masta will f+ck+
like i be doomed when i block and diss you
i lock you and list you, every sentence you missed dude
i shock and twist you, bust ya head with a crystal
until you’re fed, i’m gon’ be a dad, and i missed you

[hook: jay masta]
ayo we live beat!
we shake it up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
ayo we live beat!
we shakin’ up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
[verse 2: deltak!llsthem]
hard liver, i smoke
i drink bigger than most
my d+ck l!ck her then ghost, “i won’t giver up!”
until i sell ’em my mixture will get me to h+ll
i p+ss liquor in jail, we’re getting figures up
i put twenty on the hoes and weed
and take the other eighty out for this new machine, i give
plenty to the choice of me
whatever i do, i f+cks with and noone would see my biz’
but that’s okay, no f+cks sh+t is my way
hey, some f+cking day’ i might just put my festivals up!
there, somewhere lost in time
when i rhyme, my mind, it gets lost in skies
but limits there is none
’till i’m timid, from beginnings ’till the ending i have fun
just give me f+cking guns
and let me shoot up rap sh+t just like heroin is done
heroine is done, heroine is

[hook: jay masta & deltak!llsthem]
ayo we live beat!
we shake it up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
ayo we live beat! ugh
we shakin’ up with! yeah
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
[verse 3: jay masta]
flow so snaggin’
my pants even baggier
i lag through the streets, like a massive hash carrier
i’ll marry ashley from my class to dash me h+lla fast
before i go rappin’
yap me off, i want to hear it clappin’
how is this even happening?
fabulous, but my abdomen is mad too tired
i feel like chicken, deep fried
my sack is in lack of s+m+n and actin’ like a facka
my d+ck is steamin’, seems caught by a tractor beam, and
i think i’m leavin’ town, breathe and drown, free and discrete
and as a producer i must leave astouned faces while speaking
and it’s my duty to believe, but now i know i could beat this sh+t
and in worst case brother, we’re retreating, now light the beacon!

[hook: jay masta]
ayo we live beat!
we shake it up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
ayo we live beat!
we shakin’ up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
ayo we live beat!
we shake it up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!
ayo we live beat!
we shakin’ up with!
them fly rhymes and tight beats won’t stop with!

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