Tru Master
    (专辑: Soul Survivor - 1998)
    
    [James Brown:]  Ladies and gentlemen  (I'd like to know)  Are you ready for star time?  (Yeah!)  Okay, well let me kinda move these things around here, ya know  Ladies and gentlemen, I 
don't know what this is coming down through the 
audience  But look like it just came out of the 
basement  (Yeahhhhhh!)  Know what I'm saying (know what I'm saying, know what I'm sayin')  (Thank you, because because now)  Alright, let's bring to the 
stage   [Inspectah Deck:]  Your highness, live from the 
bricks, one six  Pete Rock bang your head, break the 
drumsticks  Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the 
mix  Specialist, with the 
smash hits that can flip  Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim  Spark the 
flame, burn this inside the 
vein  Ride tracks like the 
Soul Train, hold ya brain  In the 
state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a 
cold game  I 
bang with the 
big boys, those who hold name  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains  I 
swing blades, best bring grenades against  A 
Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts  Spit rounds on the 
floor, evidence of the 
war  It's on 'til the 
death 'til we settle the 
score  You can never measure, to the 
standard, of the 
most  Popular demanded, rap classics  Pop corks while the 
style knock your socks off  Ghetto summer jam's got the 
streets blocked off  Plots to knock me off get stopped short  Armed with my thoughts, move the 
world with an unknown force   [Pete Rock:]  Aiyyo, we had the 
bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh)  Original rap with new school leaders (true)  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains  Shock the 
world cousin, while hip-hop remains   [Jeru:] "I'm a 
true master, you can check my credentials"  [Parrish Smith:] "Master in the 
MC field"  [O.C:] "Master, preacher, poet, a 
teacher"  [The Notorious B.I.G./Biggie Smalls:] "From the 
master... from the 
master"   [Pete Rock:]  Yo I 
drop jewels like hail, rap rides the 
third rail  Transmit def styles with sign language in braille  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops  Spark the 
S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar  Miraculous lyrics that tread water  A 
rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the 
Scottie Pippen's  In the 
game of life, I 
play all positions  Stop look and listen, total package, yes a 
true master  Produce rhymes, slang hits faster  The 
master of the 
game, solo artist by name  Paint the 
masterpiece that lies inside the 
frame  Pass with flying colors, the 
number one Soul Brother  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover   Aiyyo, we had the 
bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh)  Original rap with new school leaders (true)  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains  Shock the 
world cousin, 'cause Hip Hop remains   [Jeru The 
Damaja:] "I'm a 
true master, you can check my credentials"  [Parrish Smith:] "Master in the 
MC field"  [O.C:] "Master, preacher, poet, a 
teacher"  [The Notorious B.I.G./Biggie Smalls:] "From the 
master... from the 
master"   [Kurupt:]  I'm the 
epicenter of this natural disaster  I'm disastrous with stashes, cold and hot flashing  Masters of self, a 
whole carload of explosives  Like Zorro your host is  Death with the 
intellect from wizards to warlocks  I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock with four Glocks, smallpox  More ways to get paid, more ways to display  More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray  God is good growing up in the 
hood  Done some things bad, done some things good  Me and Pete is like rhymes to chemicals, clash  Atom bombs to mustard gas  We hit the 
scene, I 
break ya, take ya to a 
whole different scene  AR-15's and beams  Got 'em jumping like they swallowed a 
gang of jumping beans  Explode and reload, we dumps machines  Radical in war, Kurupt's a 
mad star  I'm a 
hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the 
gold paw  Dogg Pound Gangstaz D.P.G  I'm a 
Dogg Pound Gangsta D.P.G  I'm a 
Dogg Pound Gangsta D.P.G  Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the 
beat   [KRS-One:] "Masters of art"  [Method:]  "Be the 
sharpest motherfucker  With the 
beats, with the 
rhymes"   "Check this out... "