C-Mob - Masterpiece of Mind (feat. Krizz Kaliko & C. Ray) | Текст песни

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[Intro: C-Mob]
Music...
So many people listen to music
To try to find peace of mind
But for the real artist
Who create the music
Sometime we got to give you piece of our mind
In order for us to find peace of mind
So while we try to master
Peace within our mind
We end up, creating, a masterpiece with our minds

[Verse 1: C-Mob]
Ever since the age of 12, 1994 that's when I was started out
Had a hard rout so I learnt to grab a pen and pad
And I've write my heart out
Just a little bad add to lesson
I was pretty nerdy but I leave your grill split fast
Forward to the presence, 20 years later in I'm my 30's and I kill shit
Came a long way, long days, blew it then a fifth of bombay
But I'm not new to this, I am Vesuvius
These other rappers, they are Pompeii
Like Dante, and my Inferno they will be stucked, when I erupt
So these other rappers better ease up
Pumping their guns, rather be fucked
See, music supposed to be an outlet
For the real ones to be devout with
But nowadays every wants to be a rapper
When they ain't about shit
Making music's how I keep my sanity
While these other cats spit vanity
And they treat the fans like shit
But I don't have fans, I got family
And I try to find a way to deal that
All the real cats, they can feel that
I've been lookin' through the glass too long
Banging on it, hopin' that it will crack
You can kill that, nonsense sayin' that I'll never make it
I've already made it, further than they thought I ever make it
And I'm workin' so that I can elevate it

[Verse 2: Charlie Ray]
C-Mob I was thinkin' (what up?)
We gotta give 'em somethin' that make 'em listen up
That they will give a fuck about what they were doin'
For what they're pursuin', I would give a fuck
I would surely get your CD
I ain't talkin' iTunes, I would go to bestbuy
Just so I could rip the plastic off
And see who took the credit for make my head knock
But none of you rap niggas are comin' with acid any longer
See, ?like I'm that supposed to come with this?
Quicker than massacre, deliver it faster to the father
See I choke the throat up out you bitch-es
I got no love for you hood rats and your hood raps
And your tale tells, that you're tellin', buss 'em like a melon
Better watch 'em all fail, I am troubled in the brain
I don't care as long as y'all are entertained
I can hide the pain in the music, and I'm keen to use it
That's the spark I need to light the propane
Let 'em burn how I do in agony
Like everyday I try to make a masterpiece
The only way that I can get that out of me
So I don't lose it, snap and cause a tragedy
So let me be, and leave me to my devices and my vices
?Wallow to provice?, while I try to keep my nose clean
So my son and I can start to enjoy the life
And for him? Ignore the price
Never money over blood, never let 'em up
Keep the competition in the vice
Winnin' everytime I wrote, know the dice

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
And when I see 'em in the front row
I'll never disappoint when I'm knowin'
And never [?] no me, no more than they need to know when
Can it be, that they're dancin' for me and
That they see themselves in me and can't ignore it
So I put end to this, whenever my brains admits to spits
And I will [?] and if the rain presists
I'm filckin' the wrist and change it when the veins are drippin' out
Everybody only got a few hundred ones, a few hundred blunts to
Smoking like I only got a few hundred months to live
Tell 'em that the truth got to be talked
Never switch over and put the more hold
Know I can't stop till I'm old
Made a monster of Kali and brought the mound
We get our eye poked, say a few words, you'll get your eye opened
When your wor

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