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ministry.of.truth - technical lullaby lyrics

[intro: jay masta & deltak!llsthem]
yaw! yo, yo
yaw, yaw! now check this out, please
these h+rns stand for my ill form
now you’re getting torn apart by my will
born and raised and still not major, d+mn
no paycheck in ages, man!

[verse 1: jay masta]
’cause i’m in my sh+t!
it’s spittin’ riddles, miracle kick
blows to parameters so inevitable
even the devil gets sick
it’s hard to be metal when you’re like a pebble
not bulletproof, settle the others and tell ’em
i sell ’em a better or another if they got the balancе
to get it, and if not, forget it!
and i will be with it
if you try to hit it in hiddеn areas
where noone should get in
i head in, i fit in, n0body could tell us
not to be the better ones sneakin’ and sh+ttin’
i’ll never forget it
i better get ready
to sit my ass down with my riddles, enbed ’em
dirty+ass denims, but have you heard of
the venom i be sellin’ or spellin’ while tellin’?
[hook: deltak!llsthem]
spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one

[verse 2: deltak!llsthem]
i’m a slacker
i, sick b+st+rd
real good in doing most of my sh+t backwards
never been happier rapper
than just lacking the sl!cks
but the sk!lls is backwards for this sh+t
f+ck this industry!
pre+programmed history
never will i sign and give up on my creative sh+t
you diggin’ me?
this energy, symphony
pure f+cking synergy
rappin’ but i’m also happy cacklin’ around
[verse 3: jay masta]
(yo, check this sh+t out, check this sh+t out
please, check it out!)
i am irrelevant but i’m immortal
i take all the syllables all through the portal
i take out the nemesis, get him with fortune and
hit ’em with any diss, then i will force him
to give me a berry kiss right on the foreskin
and tell ’em to marry ms. mandarin horseman
to carry the sorrow of many men hitting
inside of this b+tch and then he’ll be lost n’ sh+t
we own the throne, on again
ridiculous rappin’ that’s sicker than stan
thicker than fan b+tches, no plan?
i plan to get rich as f+ck!
yo, d+mn, i gotta be quicker than sand
to get me enhanced, to get me advanced
to get myself livin’ and givin’ a glance
deliver the fans (unintelligable), yeah

[hook: deltak!llsthem]
spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
[verse 4: deltak!llsthem]
intense, quick rap sense
better get to writing before the shift ends
dispenza, the doctor, ahwoo!
better get in your own mind, your truth
no+one+ah can take+ah from you
whatever they talk about, i do what i do
f+ck freaks on sat+rday
better buck beats or batterway
bring the buckets, bust buck quick
what? west coast sh+t? us? nat okay!
a vacation we will get in when this sh+t’s already blazing, our
d+ck give you a mix between swiss, sicily, and croatia!
smoking and sitting and selling out
sensing significant sh+t, sell our strain and shout

[verse 5: jay masta & deltak!llsthem]
hitting the rhythm i’m bringing it with me
when i be the lyrical stuttering sibling
to tell ’em i’m still in the game with no fortune
or fame, and no shame to be literally hittin’
with spits so irregular fitting
tracks will be lit and
facts so sickishly written
don’t you be forgetting to sit
in this sh+t and now listen! (listen)

(ja chum, jetz no du) fu+ fu+ fu+ fu+
fu+ fu+ fu+ f+ck this industry!

[interlude: deltak!llsthem]
yo, music..
will i ever get tired of this?
will i ever listen to critics?
ever, ever, ever since i was born
all i felt about was all this music sh+t, you dig?
ever since i was born, yeah
ever since i was born, yeah
ever since i was a little kid
all i could dig about was the music sh+t, you dig?
ever since i was a kid, yeah
ever since i was a kid, yeah
do you dig? the ministry don’t give a sh+t and f+cks
about what you thought, not! (no joke)
ministry’s the sh+t, no joke
the ministry’s the shiit!
all you care and think about is
sit+up, stuck+up systems, geah!
ministry will dig them crates! (yeah)
ministry will dig them crates! (f+cked up)
this music sh+t is like drugs
put one in the morning + and store ’em

spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one
spitting up the dust from our lungs
better bust or be gone
what we trust, what the f+ck
where the f+ck we call home?
must write enough while i’m by mastas throne
getting high, lullabies, from the sky we pull one

spitting up the dust, gone (uh, yeah, uh)
trust, gone
trust, f+ck, f+ck we call home
must write enough, mastas throne
high, lullaby, from the sky

spitting up the dust (uh, yeah, uh)
trust, must, hi+

spitting up the dust, gone (uh, yeah, uh)
trust, gone
trust, f+ck, f+ck we call home
must write enough, mastas throne
high, from the sky!

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