Masters Of Illusion

Masters Of Illusion - Magnum Be I lyrics

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"It was late afternoon of the same day at homicide police headquarters."



"The coroner's report says the bullet was a lead ball

fired from an antique handgun."



"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."



"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading 

this is only the beginning."



[Motion Man]

You reneg, straight off the shit the psycho kid did

I don't know, I lost my mind a couple years back

My head is hollow point tips, straight penetrate deep in yo' skull

My marksman skills, be on some Bronson, Eastwood

Rambo, Sid or a Norris tip, whatchu heard I'm a nerd?

I'll wax yo' ass in reverb, reverb, reverb

Get off that gangsta man style, you just a clone

Wannabe fuckin Al Capone, I got somethin you ain't seen

But wait, there's seems to be some funk on the scene

I got visions, extra periphreal, the C-1's all off and tell 'em

"Time waits for no man!"

You look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head

Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in

I'm on some +Off the Wall+ +Beat It+, New York turned +Dangerous+ +Thriller+

Now switch that pan button, send me on a vocal rotation

Bounce from ear to ear there, and talk to those that ain't here

But wait, there's major non-believers in the midst

I got solver, for those who zap my style is gon' piss

Believe that, when I rap, often Motion's absurd

It ain't heard, I'm so fly, I soar on pine shit just like I'm a bird

They sneak up on me for the vick I'll bodybag 'em



[Kool Keith] "Psych! I carry a magnum"



[Chorus: Motion Man]

You got the right to remain silent, anything you do can cause you harm

Freeze!  Now throw your hands in the air [both lines x3]

You got the right to remain silent, anything you do can cause you harm

Freeze!  Get 'em up, get 'em up



[Motion Man]

There won't be no more garbage talkin brothers, I'ma take out the trash

on +Fridays+ I'm Ice Cube knockin out Zeus, get off my block when I'm loose

You watchin camoflauge brothers with infrared beams

You shootin up dreams I aim for targets you ain't seen

But wait, don't try to sneak up on me from behind I ain't fake

You know my type of style, I hit him in them awkward spots

Round after round after round after round after round

They're comin down, yo hit the ground

Straight on that crime scene, you'll say that this rhyme's mean

Instead, I'm buckin off a shot at yo' head

I talk to pimps, players, mack daddies, all areas

Free said, rhymes'll straight up sharpen yo' head

Baldheaded or dread, don't let yo' ego write a check

that yo' ass can't cash, slide my whale down the track

like that was hundred yard dash, sneak up roughly overnight

just like an eczema rash, movin swiftly with Kurt

We make dirt, and ride up on these other MC's

that wear skirts, broads, they all soft

Wigs come off, and move on



[Kool Keith] "Psych! I carry a magnum"



[Chorus]



"Hello, Pirelli here.  Huh?  Yeah, yeah I got it.  I'll be right over."



"Well he wasn't kidding about the beginning."
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