Tip Top - Masterful

It's ya favorite rapper favorite rapper
I used to blaze da backwoods
Now I'm rolling papers
I'm the one that showed what eighth was
Flow gracefully and tastefully too
Peace to all those that embrace what I do
Ayo pass the Vu
While I create something masterful
Hold darts so sharp flozart
With the classic tunes
If you see me throwing salt
Player that's for wounds stop wailing nega
Pass the boom you get trippy
Holla at my hippie friends
For a half of shroomz
Pure excellence these raps exhumes
All my peoples be like that's the tune
When my track is brewing yo
I don't know what them cat's are doing
I'm just rapping to em
In a whole different fashion
Don't attempt to gas em
This rap shit is my passion
For real everybody rapping
But what happen to skills
Skip the yapping let's build
Dudes will tell you what they had
But won't link when they got it
Then turn around and look at you
Like they think you retarded
Negas marks and I don't blink
At my target on my 1135 vibe yeah
All my links in the projects
It's the code of the streets
Your heart gotta get colder to eat
Over your shoulder you peep
Hold heat for the cobras that creep
Learn life you missing your lesson
If you learn twice keep a firm price
Polly till it turn night yeah
It's a fixed rate over my lyric's
This negas fixate
I don't give a damn about ya mixtape
I'm trying to get my shit straight
No time spam rappers and they click bait
A dominant force you can tell
By my prominent voice
I am a boss it's destine
Nothing less than the best when I'm flexing
No questions mad vulgar
Snapping on the track till it's over
My nega pass the dozer

Written by:
Tim Lewis

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