Lyrics Tru Master - Kurupt , Pete Rock , Inspectah Deck
Your
highness,
live
from
the
bricks,
one
six
Pete
Rock
bang
your
head,
break
the
drumsticks
Verbal
assault,
rhymes
rippin'
through
the
mix
Specialist,
with
the
smash
hits
that
can
flip
Savagely
attack
this,
clash
with,
accurate
aim
Spark
the
flame,
burn
this
inside
the
vein
Ride
tracks
like
the
Soul
Train,
hold
ya
brain
In
the
state
of
shock,
make
'em
drop
hits
of
cocaine
I
bang
with
the
big
boys,
those
who
hold
name
Amateurs
get
hung
with
they
own
gold
chains
I
swing
blades,
best
bring
grenades
against
A
tru
master,
way
beyond
your
freshman
attempts
Spit
rounds
on
the
floor,
evidence
of
the
war
It's
on
'til
the
death,
'til
we
settle
the
score
You
can
never
measure,
to
the
standard,
of
the
most
Popular
demanded,
rap
classics
Pop
corks
while
the
style
knock
your
tops
off
Ghetto
summer
jam's
got
the
streets
blocked
off
Plots
to
knock
me
off
get
stopped
short
Armed
with
my
thoughts,
move
the
world
with
an
unknown
force
Aiyyo,
we
had
the
bass
pound
speakers,
shell
toed
Adidas
Original
rap
with
new
school
leaders
(True)
Graffiti
art
names
with
fat
gold
chains
Shock
the
world
cousin,
while
hip-hop
remains
I'm
a
true
master,
you
can
check
my
credentials
Master
in
the
MC
field
Master,
preacher,
poet,
a
teacher
From
the
master
from
the
master
Yo
I
drop
jewels
like
hail,
rap
rides
the
third
rail
Transmit
def
styles
with
sign
language
in
braille
In
hot
pursuit
of
Donald
Trump
rap
loot
Produce
what
you
feel
with
Navy
Seal
mic
troops
Spark
the
S-P,
slaughter,
Pete
Rock
of
Gibraltar
Miraculous
lyrics
that
tread
water
A
rap
nigga,
show
respect,
write
rhymes
that
connect
Collaborate,
break
bread
with
Kurupt
and
Deck
Keep
my
feet
blessed,
fresh
with
the
Scottie
Pippen's
In
the
game
of
life,
I
play
all
positions
Stop
look
and
listen,
total
package,
yes
a
true
master
Produce
rhymes,
slang
hits
faster
The
master
of
the
game,
solo
artist
by
name
Paint
the
masterpiece
that
lies
inside
the
frame
Passionate
bright
colors,
the
number
one
Soul
Brother
All
eyes
on
us,
guard
your
grill
and
take
cover
Aiyyo,
we
had
the
bass
pound
speakers,
shell
toed
Adidas
Original
rap
with
new
school
leaders
(True)
Graffiti
art
names
with
fat
gold
chains
Shock
the
world
cousin,
while
hip-hop
remains
I'm
a
true
master,
you
can
check
my
credentials
Master
in
the
MC
field
Master,
preacher,
poet,
a
teacher
From
the
master
from
the
master
I'm
the
epicenter
of
this
natural
disaster
I'm
disastrous
with
smashes,
cold
and
hot
flashin'
Masters
of
self,
a
whole
carload
of
explosives
Like
Zorro
your
host
is
Death
with
the
intellect
from
wizards
to
warlocks
I'm
sore
ock,
I'm
raw
ock
with
four
glocks,
smallpox
More
ways
to
get
paid,
more
ways
to
display
More
rhymes
to
say,
more
AK's
to
spray
God
is
good
growin'
up
in
the
hood
Done
some
things
bad,
done
some
things
good
Me
and
Pete
is
like
rhymes
to
chemicals,
clash
Atom
bombs
to
mustard
gas
We
intervene,
I
break
ya,
take
ya
to
a
whole
difference
scene
AR-15's
and
beams
Got
em
jumpin,
like
I
swallowed
a
gang
of
jumpin'
beans
Explode
and
reload,
we
dumps
machines
Radical
in
war,
Kurupt's
a
mad
star
I'm
a
hard
dogg,
raw
dogg,
hog
with
the
gold
paw
Dogg
Pound
Gangstaz
I'm
a
Dogg
Pound
Gangsta
I'm
a
Dogg
Pound
Gangsta
Inspectah
Deck
and
Kurupt
and
Pete
Rock
to
drop
the
beat
Masters
of
art
Be
the
sharpest
motherfucker
With
the
beats,
with
the
rhymes
Check
this
out
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