Master Therion by Majik Panda Lyrics
[Verse 1: Majik Panda]
Lights out yep time to go to sleep
Time to put these rappers in the sheets
These rappers at my feet, yep nights out
Happens on the street, fasten up your seat belt
Shit I'm rapping on this beat
Try harder than die-hard I'm modest when I speak
Go harder than these artists of the week
The flavor of the month, shit I ain't got a favorite
Of the bunch man, eating ma'fuckers like it's lunch fam
Damn, you's a bitch man living in your body
I'm on the Astral Plane, so llluminati
So illuminated when I'm drinking lemonade I think of fading
Every fucking emcee in the game, Mr. Emcee is my name
No chain, no I don't fuck with these lame
Ma'fuckers who be ducking the flame and they stuck in the brain
They can't fuck with the frame, my mind's been where my mind's been
I be lying if I said that I knew how many times in
Five times I sigh trying to fly when thinking that I died
I hide all of my hind ends, loose ends whatever this truce ends
Whenever I cut the feather, sever a loose pen
I'm never a nuisance, nonsense I constantly kill 'em
They killing my conscience, yeah, not really though
I got a silly flow, these other rappers are puddy
I call 'em Silly-Dough, I be for really bro
I don't be fucking with this half-ass shit
Or this half-ass wit that your boy keeps spitting
With his half-ass clique, that's one and half asses
One and half glasses later the dude's thinking that he's
A.C Slater fuck these haters man I'm here on a mission
Master Therion you know I put the cherry on top
Throw the pass and I'm rarely gonna' drop
Lights out yep time to go to sleep
Time to put these rappers in the sheets
These rappers at my feet, yep nights out
Happens on the street, fasten up your seat belt
Shit I'm rapping on this beat
Try harder than die-hard I'm modest when I speak
Go harder than these artists of the week
The flavor of the month, shit I ain't got a favorite
Of the bunch man, eating ma'fuckers like it's lunch fam
Damn, you's a bitch man living in your body
I'm on the Astral Plane, so llluminati
So illuminated when I'm drinking lemonade I think of fading
Every fucking emcee in the game, Mr. Emcee is my name
No chain, no I don't fuck with these lame
Ma'fuckers who be ducking the flame and they stuck in the brain
They can't fuck with the frame, my mind's been where my mind's been
I be lying if I said that I knew how many times in
Five times I sigh trying to fly when thinking that I died
I hide all of my hind ends, loose ends whatever this truce ends
Whenever I cut the feather, sever a loose pen
I'm never a nuisance, nonsense I constantly kill 'em
They killing my conscience, yeah, not really though
I got a silly flow, these other rappers are puddy
I call 'em Silly-Dough, I be for really bro
I don't be fucking with this half-ass shit
Or this half-ass wit that your boy keeps spitting
With his half-ass clique, that's one and half asses
One and half glasses later the dude's thinking that he's
A.C Slater fuck these haters man I'm here on a mission
Master Therion you know I put the cherry on top
Throw the pass and I'm rarely gonna' drop