Текст песни Who's This - Master Surreal

Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?
Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?

You can have an iller vocabulary, be smarter, spit harder
You can rock Hilfiger, Polo or Starter
You still ain't as complete an artist as me
The unidentified unexplained paranormal anomaly
I lace beats, cut, scratch, 'n write my own rhymes
My steez hits you hard and unexpected like a landmine
Flow is Fatt like Boba, elevating like yoga
Plus I function drunk, weeded or sober
I flip on you like the weather in october
Like the bridge, your rap career's now over
Your star come crashing down to earth like Super Grover
Head into the field to find a four leave clover
I ain't a bad man, you're really quite sad man
That you pretend to know about the master plan man
You got more talk then skills, now where're your action
Cut off your hand for sending me in the wrong direction

Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?
Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?

Who wan' test me, impress me on some fake shit
The way you trip, shake you like milk real quick
Actin' flabbergasted 'bout guns you blastin'
Go home, go to bed, you're sick get some aspirin
And take a rest, you ain't got the assets
I bet you'll catch a heart attack from this stark threat
Or better yet turn comatose, the phantom pro (who?)
'Bout to turn your spirit to ghost
Out of here, clean your window to see it clear
Here, have some tissue and wipe away your tears
From the front to the rear, you can't come near
Like HIV I strike fear
In your heart assuming you have one
Your brain shrivelled from the blunts like your huh-uh, get the pun?
Don't get it twisted I ain't dissin you for fun, now here's the deal
I burned your mass, took away your appeal
Now that's real

Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?
Who's this? MC Flowin' through your cerebellum
Who's this? Who give it to ya straight, that's how I tell 'em
Who's this? Sick of these lies boy, it's getting hot
Who? It be Surreal punk, what?

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