mr. master – busy port lyrics
[part i: busy port]
[verse 1: mr. master]
chicky choco chocolate chicken
have drumstick. bet the plot gon’ thicken
pause, playback on peewee’s playhouse
play by play how the song got written
bengal tiger. walk egyptian
stock go rocko. modern livin’
lifestyle run real unreal engine
had to hand that l to the laws of physics
bring the rachet, clank and jak and daxter
for your iphone headphone jack adapter (woo!)
.369 on the batting average
just goes to show i ain’t no average batter
ain’t no one-shot background extra actin’
audition circuit. call central casting
too overzealous to be ever managed
i’m in retroland, feeling retroactive
i’m ultralounge’s ultra lord
post-postmodern poster boy
open book. all open source
y’all open wounds. all open sores
have you scream macaulay while you’re home alone
don’t need st. paul to get broken bones
(ooouuu!)
backed by the new directions
took the mask off for future reference
okay, my whip too foreign to afford it
my gas tank full. i had to floor it
the lil jon chain is so enormous
got guinness world records to record it
i bang zoom her, straight to her. honeymooner
sp-cebound. earthbound. pollyanna
westside wifi connection
just wait ‘til you hear the next one
walked out with a c-minus like you’re settin’ the curve again
a-plus. know i’m better than that
magic marker. had to sharpie it permanent
best rapper. get it etched on a plaque
lighter i found and a lotta free time
almost 21 and that’s all that i have
that and the gift of gab
but i don’t think it’s a gift if it’s some sh-t i grabbed
god dammit i
[chorus 1: mr. master]
ride through my city like it all came out my pocket
need that little pick me up. i’ll pay you if you got it
had to stick my head out heaven to remind you who the god is
chopper like the coppers. kick the door in like what’s poppin’. who’s the new kid on the block? take you on a tour
rarely ever do they stay after i show them what’s in store
had my back in times of peace. now all they really want is war
i don’t even know why i am even bothering anymore, like
[outro: mr. master]
it’s your funeral
that’s all i’m saying
[part ii: in the limelight]
[intro: mr. master]
yeah!
oh, we back!
[verse 2: mr. master]
south dakota with the stoneface
shout dakota. i’m decodin’
cactus cooler. southern california
frankly ocean. my whole channel orange
i see both sides. my chanel orange
my chanel west coast. i’m pacificin’
you’re chanel west coast. you’re ridiculous
1812. need the cannons to hear this sh-t
i’m so ultra. laugh from the peanut gallery
i backseat drive in the taxi
pad is the maxiest. that one’s an oldie though
stayed there for 8 seconds. not my first rodeo
blackin’
like w-w-w-wait, what just happened?
like one day you’re t-tanic, next day you’re paxton
i’m puttin’ on the ritz. should’ve seen their reaction
lately only mention me in p-ssin’
i reach an imp-sse with them
i don’t even p-ss to ’em, ask ’em
master only ever speak in axioms
it’s not really an album
kinda, it’s just the product of
pushin’ all of these burnt cds outta my binder
n-n-n-n-no alarm, i don’t need no reminder
eatin’ all this trash. greatest of all time
i’m a g*nius with lyrics but they’re all mine
man, talk about a ghostwriting gold mine
i’m super (super) cali (cali)
fragilisticexpialodocious
in southern (southern) cali (cali)
fornialisticadillacmotion
she do it (do it) gladly! (gladly)
truly madly deeply. she’s savage
that katy perry – firework. plastic bag
american beauty. no pageant
(but i’m handsomer.)
irishman. seamusin’. shamrock shenanigans. finlay shillelaghin’
swear like a sailor whose sloshed offa jamison
(irl.) musically, parents could play this sh–
toddlers could play this sh–. they could relate to it
i don’t think you can say that for yourself
i don’t think you could say much in the first place
i don’t even listen to anyone else! haaaa-
cake ‘96. i been goin’ the distance
wanna sit with the vips? you gotta speak with conviction
i don’t think that you’re sick, i think you need a prescription
3k on the intro, need to play your position
arrow to target precision. n0body else hit it?
i’m aiming for targets that aren’t in your vision
up all d-mn night with the pad tryna get it
worked my whole d-mn life, i’ma stand right in it
in the limelight
how do i see so clear with such bad eyesight?
master, let’s get it
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