Текст песни Masterpiece (feat. Big Brovaz) - Big Brovaz , Famoe

Aha, yeah
Randy's tha boss
Rocky tha Ruler
Famoe
The Germany and the UK Link up
You Know what's gonna happen in it
Murder, Murder

We goin' back to the top
Time to set-up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop
Back to the top
Time to set up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop

Lyrical misfit
Spit sick shit
Stick this in your whip
Then skip it to my bit
Shit
Straight out the brix
Bits south of the water
Big Bro and Famoe yo
The new world order
Nothing like not on your daughter
Nothing short of complete slaughter
Rocks a quarter the rock of Gibraltar
Spit scorchers
That will spin thoughts round like flying saucers
Even warriors
Fuck all these small talkers
I'm Slick Rick'n
Slip the tip in your bitch kitten
Let the plot thicken
Tried to warn you but you did not listen
Now I've got to reinforce my swag
Ask me if I still got it
Bitch of course I have
SW9 millie
My mind illy
Tell me you down to ride really
Through my city
It's quite gritty
Told you before now I'm a tell you again
Big bro new flow that's the creme de la creme
Yeah

We goin' back to the top
Time to set-up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop
Back to the top
Time to set up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop

I'm from Brixton Famalam
Chicks and a bag of man
Bang bang
I just get the dough fast
Ramadan
I just beat it up, baby
Summer slam
You understand
SOS, Son of Sam
I don't take it serious
I'm here having bear fun
Got them Rappers furious
Cause they're back at square one
Swear son
I'm still on the road
Had a fair run
21 shots
Bap, bap, bap
Airguns
The same scum
You left in the slums back again
Runnin' his gums rappin'
And stacking racks, what's happening
2nd to none
I'll never be done cashing in
Flashing in fly fashion
People ask what I'm brandishing
Dad was a road man
Now I'm walking in his shoes
Never loved hoes
Bitches always got issues
See me on my ones
But I'm walking with pistols
Tell them all come
My gun busstin' off missals

We goin' back to the top
Time to set-up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop
Back to the top
Time to set up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop

Y'all hear me rhyming
Rapping and grinding
Get rich or die trying
I'm smiling
Writing to fighting and rising
Haters denying
Stop lying
While I'm flying with jet-lags
On timing
I'm Ghostwriting and organizing
To let another one shining
It's getting exciting
My bars are satisfying
And clarifiyng
Like Rob De Niro
You better hiding
And doubt to fighting
Fear me im terrifying
Cuz I exemplifying
How to combining some flows
And y'all notifying
A Head banging
The way I'm designing words
Are electrifying
If you don't know me
Start to Identifying
This is Famoe
Rapping Rambo
Boxing Klitschko
With a Tempo
As quick as a shadow
But in Slow-mo
I'm getting tired in the studio
That's why I switch mode
This one as a Trio
My status quo
Is tick, tack, toe
Time to let it go
To let it blow
Cuz I said so

We goin' back to the top
Time to set-up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop
Back to the top
Time to set up
J-Rock and Randy
My plug to blow up
We catched up
Straight up
In the booth looked up
To build up a masterpiece
And we don't stop