"Master of the mystic arts

In the name of the omnipotent Oshtor, I create you

And bid you watch, carefully"



[Chorus: x2]

[K] Masters of Illusion

[M] Stay focused (stay focused) stay focused (stay focused)

[M] Stay focused (stay focused)



[Kool Keith]

Rappers are weak, most of them belong to Romper Room

They talkin bla bla, baby stuff a lot of rah rah

I close my ears out, windows down, I don't hear 'em

Commercial raps turn pop, two years they get dropped

Stop makin facts, factories stop they vinyl wax

That's on the pressin plant, break 'em down, to a compound

Most of these acts get tough while labels hate they buttcrack

Rip out your rectum, your spinal cord, I dissect 'em

Stop your limit, your style old like Dodge Plymouth

Chevrolet, Cabrolet, your mic sounds in the hallway

Groovin you looped it, you start to write, you sound stupid

Your engineerin level, bass and kicks sound like treble

Mix on your Tascam boards, yo Keith extension cord

You're no comp for me, your corny style smell like pee pee

I ride the C-C, while girls on the train beep me

Pump up my pager, models move, style major

Workin that stage back and forth like we Chuck and Flavor

Rapamatic automatic, erratic fanatic

Fantastic measure, for your rappin pleasure (oh yeah)



[Chorus x1.5]



[Motion Man]

I'm kind of like a {?} in the field

Niggaz gotta jump or move, or shake around

Either way they got to yield

How you gonna rap and sport a 'Ville

You walkin in the middle of a store

I cock back smack the backside of your mug

Attack and leave your ass deformed

R. Kelly believe when I perform

I'm givin you what you need to field

That funk that comes around the backside of your head

Now orbitin for real

I'm off that bomb from East bay

That smoke that'll {?} five

But I take twenty sacks straight to the head, so here's my 45

Y'all know that Motion Man is live, and I'm about to make a switch

On it like a Satchel Paige pitch

My amazement will amaze them and truly daze them

Drug 'em like a fix, or maybe I'll drag 'em like a race

I don't talk behind their back

Attack 'em on the back and bring it to their face

I'm down to make {?} in the race, MC's pull up limpin

So far, no rap star, will match my lyric bazaar

I'm so crazy conceited, rhymin 12 years with no money

Yo kid check it I'm heated, all y'all niggaz blades of grass

While I'm Lawnmower Man, crankin up with a full tank of gas

Pbbbbt, clearin the field



[Chorus x1.5]



"I have seen too much"