[Lyric] Mastermind Chapters (MC, Plastic Slash, Stepping Wolf, Roth B the Maverick, Nazskilz & Gotheeq)

Roth B the Maverick (First Verse)

It’s the Masterminds chapters, Jesus had the right answers
He said give unto Caesar; you should pass the Mic, Bastards
Born for the record booth, sum up the efforts took
Take a page from this emcee and you’ve got one for the record books
Do you read me? Move left to right; CVs was set aside
The real deal, I invest in rhymes; We’ll see who’s the best to write
Changing personality drives what I love to screw with
Continuous reading makes a brother always turn a new leaf!
I do this with a cloak and dagger; Chew beats, I flow and Splatter
Mood swings, still a bold attacker; Due heat for the coldest rappers
Lose sleep for your loaded hammer? Dude, please! You’re a joking matter
Truly, you are a quick read, just a few flips and I close your chapter!
I’m off the chain to disciples; Mav brought the flame for recitals
I’m quick to aim for your idols; pleased to take up my rifle
Equipped to take on my rivals, they try to pray for survival
Have the last word, like I tore and then kept the final page of the Bible

[Chorus x 2]
Ain't too many emcees like us
Mastermind Chapters, we pen the right stuff
Trying to build a legacy fucking mics up
With mean write-ups, it's been quite tough
(Hey)

MC (Second Verse)

I was heaven sent with mail
Went through fires to exit hell
Been through way more than I can tell
Can you sniff the sulphur smell
Fumes exhume memories of wars without shells
Gloom consumes testimonies I thought I'd never get to tell
Battles in my mind
Silent but violent
I must just retire it
Yet the will to live keeps defying
The very tyrants
Inside my head that said i'd advise you to try it
Black culture needs re wiring
We short circuit without ever aligning
They say we won't excel
But the outlook isn't the only way to classify mail
It's MC an alpha male
Plasthic Slash

If we're nothing but pencil in hands of the creator, I'm number one
The dream emcee of hip hop music heads that some slumber on
Trying to get that paper and all my niggas are on the same page
Never met MC but one sweet day we might share the same stage
Never met Roth or Nazz either, not even Stepping Wolf
If a rapper wanna tackle me bar for bar, sit back and let him goof
Can't wait for that chapter in my life where I'm fully booked
First time I met Modenine, he gripped my palm, I was truly shook
Can't fuck what I write, thought I might do this all my life
But I may quit to spend more time with the woman I call my wife
Once chased a rich white chick, and she thought I was after her purse
Maybe I was, she could show the evidence, chapter and verse
Booty's underrated, gotta be big if you're flirting with me
School is overrated but only to a certain degree
My uncle heard profane similitudes I quickly let fly on wax
Right now his whole aim is bring me to book and read me the riot act

[Chorus x 2]

Ain't too many emcees like us
Mastermind Chapters, we pen the right stuff
Trying to build a legacy fucking mics up
With mean write-ups, it's been quite tough
(Hey)