Ain T U Da Masta lyrics

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It`s the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you`re out
Of luck, Jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout
(Ain`t you the Masta?) Yep, I`ve always been
And then, I`m a stab a fucking critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I`m wicked, just like a witch when I kick it
So break out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I hope you hate me
Cause I`m a keep on bringing it, I`m swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I`m fatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up Steady, there`s no skills down here
So there, you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you`re gonna know the score kids, I swear