[Verse 1: Masai Bey]



Peace crumb! I bring to you good news

My equipment's at a minimum, on some of the beats

You will possibly hear what I could use

When I get it you are gonna need a miracle

How do you say, electrifying prominent

Verities, feasibly mentioned within a document

Wear some habits, outlive the cabbage

And if you ain't live fizz, how will you manage this?

It's a regular verbator on my side mount

But every era rap music is downgraded

Judged on some jam from some clown thus

I gotta come in, loving the first A-kid-it (?)

I only work this shift Per Diem

But it beats letting suckers walk free

Most brothers like the call of the gift

'Cause oh when I present it, on the buzzard it's a 3-M

They used to cite for fun?

Now he cite to keep creative energy mutated within everyone

The higher goal gives you a higher role

The changing of the spirit mends you, new, attire

You not the plain bagel anymore

Now you got all kind'a seeds

With or without cream cheese

Withering plants and planets slither to safety

Give me the large to mask the rap masonry

Black the trees, the highest you'll ever see, plus

To be initiated you'll impress me

You could get some luck, for a talent

Although I can't promise you that you will not suck



[Chorus 1: Masai Bey]



Come here B, let me tag the words

Of "Bey" in your grill

Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se

For you as a people

Y'all men could do the same thing

Document your name



[Verse 2: Masai Bey]



Here's a taste of what this music used to be

The voice of evidential mutiny

One take, 'punch-ins' don't exist

So you shouldn't plug up that four-track so damn quick

Me and the verse might get your jam herd

'Cause the beetle absorbed me and then burst

Isn't this what you wanna hear?

How fresh I am, rockin' rhymes, not cyber gear?

Some brothers pose like poles on a slave scroll

Convinced they name is on the pay-roll

My Moms'll tell you, the only thing made for me is music

I'm sorry you stink, yes I do smell you

One million writers tryin'a get the prize out the box first

Give it up

You will be destroyed 'fore them poor rich men, 'big it up'

The base of the style is buried

In the remould area of veteran's park. Go dig it up

80-Action. State troopers is A and E

Anyway, I am Masai Bey

For those who have never experienced my presence

Verses are a pleasure

My essence is an image of the most high measure

It's like tears when I speak in bars

The beat screamed my name

'Cause it knew me, fifteen years and more

Through Rick Deal, Porn-Equality Prince and Lord Ross Key



[Chorus 2: Masai Bey]



Come here B, let me tag the words

Of "Bey" in your grill

Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se

For you as a people

Y'all men could do the same thing

Document your name



[Verse 3: Masai Bey]

Creativity first-tide, with actual

Is probably the greatest stage for you to practise on

I'm a brick off the oldest block

Stationed in the category "Innovation Proportionary"

If I'm moving too slow for you, go around

As many channels as possible I'll show you

For example 'Energy 1'

It holds power for our musical instruments

Divine imminence

Beating every ripple away it was very useful

I've noticed the impact will usually triple

Of course an insanity cry is a short-cut

It is much more lazy than crazy

Such pedigree needs a true remedy

A perfect pennicaeia, how 'bout the grammar greeter?

Masai Bey: Name still the same

Contribute to the force, sleep, hail, rain

From seventy-eight dewing (?) upstairs from germane

To a budding writer who knew it

Your science-fiction selections get 'rada' chump

So the truth makes you look like a liar



[Chorus 3 x2: Masai Bey]



Come here B, let me tag the words

Of "Bey" in your grill

Every DJ's role-play is Moses per se

For you as a people

Y'all men could do the same thing

Document your name