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d1c3 & prophetnyc - mask on lyrics

i set it straight, y’all got no sk!ll to debate
cause you can time’s 1 and 9 and you will still get ate
i’m at your throat. point th
em out and i’ma rain bombs there
cause i’ll explode at any moment like a gamestop share
they ain’t expect that i’d be anything. no care
then i popped, and you’re the law when the capitol got stormed; nowhere
vesuvius, y’all in that pompeii ash
i’m tryna pile bodies taller than chris conway plaques
i broke my back for employment
use to rap for enjoyment
put my music on the map and y’all come back to destroy it
so i point at y’all and sick
get up off my d_ck
y’all ain’t on my level to keep running your lips
jump from your ship. b_tch

what more do i gotta prove
to show you fools that i’m better than you?
put down your hand, we ain’t cool
artists in articles. you’re all on the news
no competition. get your armor or move
get your armor or move

mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on
if my mask on i’m putting my hands on you p_ssies
i’m cool like cliff when i walk in the booth
you’re washed like rick dalton; i’m just telling the truth
mask on letting shots off the mic’s a shotgun
always ready when it pops off like charles bronson
you can’t change the station. no, i’ve been waiting patient
stayed in the bas_m_nt and now my aim is amazing
i’m rearranging the way the game is played and
the top spot is vacant. i’ll bring the pain like jason
going mad like i’m max when i’m rhyming on wax
your past your prime on these tracks dog. your timing is trash
this is like scorsese directing marlon brando
and like rambo i ain’t ever running out of ammo

mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on
if my mask on i’m putting my hands on you p_ssies

me and dice are bringing it back to when rhyming was brash
trust me like khabib i’ma smash anyone in my path
lyricism on a higher level. foot is on a viper peddle
cruising in the studio. your bars are landing nice and mellow
i’m out the chamber; still loading the 36
you ain’t seeing me in the court like your f_cking attorney dipped
wu fam. you heard me spit
go k!lla bee when i’m lurking
to hurt a beat with no purpose
i hope you feens ain’t allergic
god mode. got ‘em stuck in the bomb smoke
go to sleep like alarms broke. keep on thinking you’re all woke
at war with a pen. a stroke of my brush and my swords sharpened
i run with the gods
f_ck all you herbs. jump in the box

mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on yo
mask on, p_ssy. my mask on
if my mask on i’m putting my hands on you p_ssies

- d1c3 prophetnyc

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