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Masters of the Universe (feat. One Be Lo & Senim Silla) - Binary Star.lrc

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[00:01.35](Intro)
[00:01.50](These styles is unknown to)..
[00:02.61]The two headed dragon
[00:03.69]...(these styles is unknown to)
[00:04.20]...the two headed dragon
[00:05.28](Senim) Yo and it goes on y'all
[00:07.20](Tekniq) uh huh..
[00:08.34]((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)
[00:09.48](Verse 1)
[00:10.02]The two headed dragon breathes fire, blows flames, veins pumping octane
[00:13.35]blazing plain, same brain
[00:14.46]Same ankle that enabled Kain to slew that's a sharp blade
[00:17.19]Whether your willing or able I see your stockade
[00:19.53]I'm from an age where I just played caption
[00:21.66]It's passin' the fact that what you really tougue lashin'
[00:23.61]Yo and we strikin' they backs like they card cold the dashin'
[00:26.34]Can't escape slavery boy
[00:27.72]I'm still the master of natural disaster this rap tougue twister
[00:30.87]Emergin' from Waterworld the mightly world wind
[00:32.82]Microphone cyclone blowing in your ears like your girlfriend
[00:35.64]Till the world ends all these minds puttin' work in
[00:37.86]Employ these toys on a job and we'll see what the hell they was thinkin'
[00:41.40]Must've been drunk
[00:42.27]What the hell was they drinkin'?
[00:43.71]Why, are these rules?
[00:44.58]Broke as hell in a Lincoln
[00:45.96]Head on collisions in these rap competitions
[00:48.21]My crew cats record turns their frames into scrape metal
[00:50.73]Off to the junk yard
[00:51.54]Cuz ain't nobodies on my rap level you can ask the devil
[00:53.94]It ain't no way in hell these contenders can hender
[00:56.28]Remember, guard your fender, from a friender
[00:58.68]Mista so now I'm Silla, sinister swindla
[01:00.96]I brought you stigmas when your hides bust in line a temper
[01:03.60]This is a warning to you men
[01:04.95]We're joining these tournaments of journalists and live by the pen
[01:07.77]Now die by the sword
[01:09.21]Tears through your gourd, got you through the mic cord
[01:11.37]It's fine but explored, but just fine wine is poured
[01:13.68]Now toast to this, as we pour a little out for those who..
[01:16.14]...be approaching this (x7)
[01:17.22](Verse 2)
[01:24.30]Battle vocalist the one man army in a war against a bliss
[01:27.57]Rockin' knowledge brings a weaponist
[01:28.95]Don't just step to this
[01:29.94]I sent Pharoahe messages like Moses takin' my people on an exodus
[01:33.45]We on the run, I split the m-i-c open
[01:35.76]Kids try to follow but get swallowed in the ocean
[01:38.16]Preacher of the truth, I'm believers makin' mockery
[01:40.44]It ain't no stoppin' me, I fulfill all prophecy
[01:42.81]Similar to David with the rock, I sling shots at your bestest warrior plus
[01:46.20]I'm ill with the poetry
[01:47.55]You know its me but you still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or loss
[01:50.88]heads like John the Baptist
[01:52.08]When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
[01:54.42]Others fugitive style your brains couldn't capture
[01:56.73]Ever since the beginning of time
[01:58.14]Let there be light
[01:58.98]That's the first day, I wrote my first rhyme
[02:01.26]I'm still writin', I seen you lookin' at 'em, but don't even think about
[02:04.23]bitin'
[02:04.65]Forbidden poetry is a life
[02:06.27]Dig these, your ass couldn't hide from me with fig leaves..
[02:09.21](scratching)
[02:15.75]ah..uh..con..trol..my..ah..yo..yo
[02:17.91](you don't know me and you don't know my style (Method Man))
[02:19.08](Verse 3)
[02:19.41]We move fast, like quick draw, McGrall, when it's time
[02:21.99]We get raw, our crew come together like jigsaws, puzzles
[02:24.96]We movin' on the double
[02:26.07]A t-r-o-u-b-l-e, we spell trouble
[02:28.89]For you cats and dogs without muzzles, barking in my face
[02:31.80]That'll carry no weight like space shuttles
[02:33.75]We rock the mic like rubble
[02:35.49]Binary Star came to rain, drip, drop, rain puddles
[02:38.34]Suddle, anonymous, rap hippopatomus, no comogenous
[02:41.61]Deeper than a pit, that's bottomless
[02:42.93]The knowledge is, to see us, you must meet astrologist
[02:45.33]Stars, quasars, cyrus, synonomous..
[02:48.06](scratching)
[02:48.27]...(these styles is unknown to)
[02:49.44]...(leavin' no limits)
[02:50.79]...(we don't forgive or forget)..
[02:51.87](scratching)
[02:52.08]yo
[02:57.36](scratching)
[02:57.57]...(these styles is unknown to)...(these styles is unknown to)..
[02:59.13]we bum rush, there's no envision
[03:01.35]whatchu know about this (x2)
[03:02.28]...((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)
[03:06.81]...(these styles is unknown to)
[03:07.65]...((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)...
text lyrics
(Intro)
(These styles is unknown to)..
The two headed dragon
...(these styles is unknown to)
...the two headed dragon
(Senim) Yo and it goes on y'all
(Tekniq) uh huh..
((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)
(Verse 1)
The two headed dragon breathes fire, blows flames, veins pumping octane
blazing plain, same brain
Same ankle that enabled Kain to slew that's a sharp blade
Whether your willing or able I see your stockade
I'm from an age where I just played caption
It's passin' the fact that what you really tougue lashin'
Yo and we strikin' they backs like they card cold the dashin'
Can't escape slavery boy
I'm still the master of natural disaster this rap tougue twister
Emergin' from Waterworld the mightly world wind
Microphone cyclone blowing in your ears like your girlfriend
Till the world ends all these minds puttin' work in
Employ these toys on a job and we'll see what the hell they was thinkin'
Must've been drunk
What the hell was they drinkin'?
Why, are these rules?
Broke as hell in a Lincoln
Head on collisions in these rap competitions
My crew cats record turns their frames into scrape metal
Off to the junk yard
Cuz ain't nobodies on my rap level you can ask the devil
It ain't no way in hell these contenders can hender
Remember, guard your fender, from a friender
Mista so now I'm Silla, sinister swindla
I brought you stigmas when your hides bust in line a temper
This is a warning to you men
We're joining these tournaments of journalists and live by the pen
Now die by the sword
Tears through your gourd, got you through the mic cord
It's fine but explored, but just fine wine is poured
Now toast to this, as we pour a little out for those who..
...be approaching this (x7)
(Verse 2)
Battle vocalist the one man army in a war against a bliss
Rockin' knowledge brings a weaponist
Don't just step to this
I sent Pharoahe messages like Moses takin' my people on an exodus
We on the run, I split the m-i-c open
Kids try to follow but get swallowed in the ocean
Preacher of the truth, I'm believers makin' mockery
It ain't no stoppin' me, I fulfill all prophecy
Similar to David with the rock, I sling shots at your bestest warrior plus
I'm ill with the poetry
You know its me but you still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or loss
heads like John the Baptist
When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
Others fugitive style your brains couldn't capture
Ever since the beginning of time
Let there be light
That's the first day, I wrote my first rhyme
I'm still writin', I seen you lookin' at 'em, but don't even think about
bitin'
Forbidden poetry is a life
Dig these, your ass couldn't hide from me with fig leaves..
(scratching)
ah..uh..con..trol..my..ah..yo..yo
(you don't know me and you don't know my style (Method Man))
(Verse 3)
We move fast, like quick draw, McGrall, when it's time
We get raw, our crew come together like jigsaws, puzzles
We movin' on the double
A t-r-o-u-b-l-e, we spell trouble
For you cats and dogs without muzzles, barking in my face
That'll carry no weight like space shuttles
We rock the mic like rubble
Binary Star came to rain, drip, drop, rain puddles
Suddle, anonymous, rap hippopatomus, no comogenous
Deeper than a pit, that's bottomless
The knowledge is, to see us, you must meet astrologist
Stars, quasars, cyrus, synonomous..
(scratching)
...(these styles is unknown to)
...(leavin' no limits)
...(we don't forgive or forget)..
(scratching)
yo
(scratching)
...(these styles is unknown to)...(these styles is unknown to)..
we bum rush, there's no envision
whatchu know about this (x2)
...((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)
...(these styles is unknown to)
...((Method Man) you don't know me and you don't know my style)...