out [Masta Mind] Kickin off that game Call timeout Young niggas gone find out Who's supportin the braids From underground And watch me climb out I'm all about that wicket
is born we da wrong Cats to collapse so what the beef is on Never cry about the pain if the game treat us wrong Wicket world wide over seas it's on We
yo system, yo program won't run I'm fuckin up your chip, taking over your modem Deleting your files, your memories been erased And the wicket shit you
odyssey, deep as the goddess of the sea Natas, probably the gods of the streets N-A-T-A-S will never die, forever I fly Masta M-i-n-d sing another wicket
breather, wide receiver Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is This has been a demonstration for Natas
I advise y'all to open your eyes and ask JFK if flyin through the skies you can die And all the ballers out there cookin them pies do you even realize
in Heaven It's no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic It's hectic and devilish in the killin fields Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world
there when the meek inherit the earth Got yo' mind wicket Mastamind, reads ya like a spirit [x3] Wicket world wide All across this mutha fucka Reads
me [Esham] Who loves ya baby [x1] [Mastamind] N-o l-o-v-e life tryna scold me Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key I keep the world
' me up No doubt when I see his ass i'm wettin, him up Aint no sympathizin' or even gettin' outta this You should'nt started this, bitch you know this NATAS
violen I mean, still high flyin, step away from dyin Souls try to call out, to friends they lyin [Interlude:] Fuck the world Did ya hear me? I said fuck the world
