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Masta Ace

"Masterpiece"

[Intro: Trials]
(Funkoars)
You got it, drunkoars in the building
All the rest of these motherfuckers are doing it
So we are the world, shit

[Verse 1: Trials]
Hey, they don’t want bad blood between us
Like two girls, either side, trying to fight for their rights to [?]
We certified, wise vagabonds
Run through [?]
And they babble on bullshit like you raising the bar
We taking the battle break it in half dope in the spark
With the fuse lit, making a mark bottle make it's mark
And loops like dogs chasing their arse
I got a tax check for two G's, got some diamonds and gold
Went on a bender for two weeks, lost my diamonds and gold
Trying to hold a steady job, get a career
I got better like naming it, breaking it, getting it clear
Yeah, seen hoppers that want a drop in a rap
Usually get unity [?]
[?] it ain’t the haters making the music
It’s the music making the haters try to do it, you knew it

[Interlude: Trials]
And if you didn’t know it, now you know my friends
Drunkoars are for the babies
Yep, it’s like this

[Hook: Samples]
Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me

[Verse 2: Sesta]
Ay, yeah, my last shit was the next shit
Next shit’ll be the best shit Ses expect to exit
The game with a claim to shame, blame the fame
For the reason women need a breather when they hear the name
But they screw up their face when I'm eat 'em
I'm in wife beaters for reason and rocking addidas
See me at my peak when I drink hard
Your happy hour's at six will see me on the floor by six past
The Funkoars invented that raw embedded with porn
Never met a competitor that means I’ve met ‘em all
Forget it, we the owners
How’s a bitch in a minute even seeing the man of the moment?
A lot of rappers are singing to sell
I just drop a lot of good shit like I’m eating well, you see your girl
Meet a girl feel a cup then skeet a girl
Meet a girl, pass her up, huh, [?]

[Hook: Samples]
Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me

[Verse 3: Hons]
Now, this verse a masterpiece, even before I start to speak
Like a split personality, you don’t know the half of me
Skilled in the art started beef
Drink at bars 'til doors close like the passage through my arteries
[?]
Given this is my town and I’ma push it past the city limits
Funkoars, we the best no doubt
I’m raw like sex with a chick I hit [?] she be checked out
Don’t want a track on my hot hits a crowd
Not a moshpit [?]
Yeah, we back with another hit record
But we never make the big time like Flava Flav’s pendent
Turn my mic up, the drunkoars at the bar
Raise your cups if you drinking ‘til the night’s up
Your step daddy’s back and still make a whore moan
We still got that raw flow so welcome to the ‘oars show

[Hook: Samples]
Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me

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