Jaeti - Masters and Slaves Lyrics

DJ Lalo
Unique Sounds
Mpire Productions
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
I walk concrete street with no heat
No liquor
No beat to spark inner energy from nerve centers in me
My destination for the world proclaims that I'm the master
Humans can't pronounce my name
It sounds strange how we behave on streets that's barely paved
In my eyes see slugs fly from a twelve gauge
I'm a slave for beats
A junkie to vibrations on streets
Nerd for adverbs and words thugs speak
I'm outta your reach
Elevated
Mpire dedicated
Repertoire registered in subterranean basements
I lay adjacent to females who smack aces
On 120 lessons sipping grains with no chasers
They can't take us if we unite
Still, I stand naked in flight
And look to the east from whence comes the light
I'm dynamite
As long as God say it's aight
I'll explode on the globe and bring new days from night
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
Digest sick smells
With no more air to inhale
Lies prevail
And cops be like, "Well, well, well..."
In my concrete cell
I'm a slave to trains on rails
High gas prices
And lost females who look lifeless
It ain't the nicest
When the mindless
Mistake kindness for weakness
And beats can't be sequenced
For unexplainable reasons
Wait for seasons to change
Glaciers of Ice makes my eyes rain
Life in the ghetto just is not the same
From Tupac to Kane
I kickboxing the lame
You wanna die?
Living life as a slave
Ain't that a shame
Many things change
But repercussions stay the same
Slaves to the industry
If we're not masters of the fame
Masters of the game
Master of sounds
Masters and mix-downs
Instead of taking pick-backs
I watch doors get picked down
Ain't no masters here
Ain't no slaves either
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
We run backstreet
With black heat
Where cats catch caps in track meets
Homicide dominates the fact sheets
NiKKKas act sweet
Basslines bang the back streets where Acs creep
Dodging the faKKKets with flat feet
In the projects
Concrete blocks and thug logic
Hostile hominids battle for geographical dominance
Killers and politics
Murder men with legal documents
I see it inside
While rivers reflect the obvious
Faces are fake forms and fabrications of flesh
I hope I survive until I'm 105 and catch death in a deep rest
I detest lack of grasses
Environmental hazards
A.I.D.S., multiple forms of Cancer
Pollution, prostitution, slaves and masters
Children without fathers grow up as dirty bastards
Fools for fashion
Embracing labels on fabric
Money exchanged and souls are taken captive
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave

DJ Lalo
Unique Sounds
Mpire Productions
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
I walk concrete street with no heat
No liquor
No beat to spark inner energy from nerve centers in me
My destination for the world proclaims that I'm the master
Humans can't pronounce my name
It sounds strange how we behave on streets that's barely paved
In my eyes see slugs fly from a twelve gauge
I'm a slave for beats
A junkie to vibrations on streets
Nerd for adverbs and words thugs speak
I'm outta your reach
Elevated
Mpire dedicated
Repertoire registered in subterranean basements
I lay adjacent to females who smack aces
On 120 lessons sipping grains with no chasers
They can't take us if we unite
Still, I stand naked in flight
And look to the east from whence comes the light
I'm dynamite
As long as God say it's aight
I'll explode on the globe and bring new days from night
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
Digest sick smells
With no more air to inhale
Lies prevail
And cops be like, "Well, well, well..."
In my concrete cell
I'm a slave to trains on rails
High gas prices
And lost females who look lifeless
It ain't the nicest
When the mindless
Mistake kindness for weakness
And beats can't be sequenced
For unexplainable reasons
Wait for seasons to change
Glaciers of Ice makes my eyes rain
Life in the ghetto just is not the same
From Tupac to Kane
I kickboxing the lame
You wanna die?
Living life as a slave
Ain't that a shame
Many things change
But repercussions stay the same
Slaves to the industry
If we're not masters of the fame
Masters of the game
Master of sounds
Masters and mix-downs
Instead of taking pick-backs
I watch doors get picked down
Ain't no masters here
Ain't no slaves either
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
We run backstreet
With black heat
Where cats catch caps in track meets
Homicide dominates the fact sheets
NiKKKas act sweet
Basslines bang the back streets where Acs creep
Dodging the faKKKets with flat feet
In the projects
Concrete blocks and thug logic
Hostile hominids battle for geographical dominance
Killers and politics
Murder men with legal documents
I see it inside
While rivers reflect the obvious
Faces are fake forms and fabrications of flesh
I hope I survive until I'm 105 and catch death in a deep rest
I detest lack of grasses
Environmental hazards
A.I.D.S., multiple forms of Cancer
Pollution, prostitution, slaves and masters
Children without fathers grow up as dirty bastards
Fools for fashion
Embracing labels on fabric
Money exchanged and souls are taken captive
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man sipping 40's at the rave, screaming out to the world, "Everybody get paid!"?
Yo
You are the master
You are the slave
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?
Who is the man shining on the front page, telling all God's sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave