Richard Wollyce - Master Of Death

Y'all, mic check, one, two, ha!
Yuh, hey, hey, hey, yuh!

You thinking that you're good but you're just more or less
Neither hot neither cold, this shit ain't a motherfucking test
Straight to your chest, I'm shooting like if it we were at war
Master of Death
Killed three motherfuckers and the fourth it's ready to go

Just switching the flow
I'm the best and you know
A beast that you won't
Be brave enough

To face and try to take my place, mimicking my own ways to make it
Don't even try to hide it y'all faking
Fake smiles and then start chasing every fucking thing I made it
Every fucking place I've been it, I guess that you're just tryna be me
But that is just a speculation
I'm the master, y'all just babies, full of shit
Y'all can't tease me, y'all can't phase me
Cause I don't really care about it

I don't wanna be associated with that part of the game
I'm free to say what I think, as I'm doing my thang
Nobody can be trusted, that'll never change
I got freedom to walk alone, I own my own name
Fuck all the labels, fuck all your drugs
Fuck all the things that will make you go down
Fuck all the labels, fuck all your drugs
Fuck all the things that will make you go down

I'm always unstable, cause I'm always growing up
They're lost and desperate waiting for salvation through someone
I'll never fail, getting out only good stuff
My 'Will' prevail, that's what I'm counting on

Fuck all the labels, fuck all your drugs
Fuck all the things that will make you go down
Fuck all the labels, fuck all your drugs
Fuck all the things that will make you go down

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