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I’m the fucking one without a jacket

When i play with the microphone ,I rip it yes i wreck it

Fools in my way, step out of my way

With this lyrical style, you’re gonna get sprayed

masterminded with a master plan

Well i’m back to the jam with a mic in my hand

So where would you rather be, living on your hands and knees?

Well they got you wanting it so bad now, it’s just a fucking tease

Use you mind over matter, don’t give in

Reach for carrot, that’s still hanging

Masterminded by a master plan yes... they don't give a damn



They give with one hand

And they got take with the other

While they say they're your friend

But their world is a lie

They give with one hand

And they got to take with the other

Well ya know its the end

But it’s just the beginning



Dominant view

It’s all over you



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I’m the fucking one, with the pin-stripped jacket

Orchestrate my shit, while the drummer’s getting wicked

In your mind, no room to decide

All the same, so you’re trapped inside

Masterminded with a master plan

Well i’m back to the jam, with a mic in my hand






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