Verse 1
If I dont have the mag I get a bastard stabbed
With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab
Young, Im down with Vinnie give me six weeks
All yall little pipsqueaks is up shits creek
Think we a joke? Ill put three in your throat
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat
Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoesll suck some cock
Then Ill forget the call, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off Xes and dust
Whole clique of registered sex offenders
Pop shit, well hold your funeral XCs
Niggas money come in roman numerals
Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers
Cause yall niggas money took a muscle-relaxer
Chorus
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Verse 2
My musics strong enough to stop a bomb
Im putting pressure on you kids like Im a soccer mom
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam?
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song
You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, Glock is strong
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the choppers arm
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum
Cause its been hard on Vinnie since my fathers gone
Im about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn
Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone
Chorus
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme
Its work, not how I pass the time
Verse 3
You dont have to search and question
I have the purse and the murder weapon
Never get a second chance to make a first impression
Im no virgin, a murderer, and Im an urban legend
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven
I dont like cops, I dont like co-operators
I dont like traitors or story corroborators
In any problem Im the common denominator
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators
Im just blood addicted, its the other liquid
Im above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
Dont even ask, theres somebody in the bodybags
The blood matches thats on the hatchets and hockey mask
Im never traumatized, I dont have to compromise
I dont have economize the homicides
You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
