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Chris Webby

Master Of The Ceremony

 

Master Of The Ceremony

(album: Jamo Neat - 2015)


[Verse 1:]
Webby going hard you can tell when I drop a line
It's like I've had my lyrics genetically modified
Sap giving me beats is like feeding a mogwai, after twelve o' clock in the dark
'Cause I rap like I'm bout to stuff you in your spot into sarcophagi
Oh my God am I, blacking out again like I'm hanging out with that Cosby guy?
Killing rappers as easy as swatting flies, with that old school vibe, it's just like I've been fossilized
Murder shit, like they legalize the Purge when I'm rapping
They choking like they having some kind of allergic reaction
See I'm nervously scratching on they epidermis and that's when I know I'll leave a crime scene, get the surgical napkins
Hacking, slashing, cutting, leaving your mufucking head suffering from about twenty different concussions
Every time I try to get my life together, then the fans be like, “Man, where the crazy Webby, yo, I like him better”
So at last I'll give the people what they've asked for
Just get my weed, whisky, see them pills there? Grab four
Get my razor blade, I'll roll up twenty in my glass RooR
Meet me at the back door, tell them that I'm back, whore
I'm back, fuckers, huh, let's go

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I've ever known is that I'ma do me
A true MC, yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony

[Interlude: Sap]
Yeah Web, talk that shit
Talk that shit, we don't let up on these fuckers

[Verse 2:]
A new rap song with Miley Cyrus? Sorry I don't buy it
This is Hip-Hop, and now we all fucking surrounded by this
Rap, pop, and these bottles, and twerking it right on my dick
So fucking numb is the culture, we're like, “I kinda like it…”
That ain't the shit you bump by yourself, get inspired by it
Ain't the shit that makes you start up a movement, incite a riot
And give a voice to the people who need to be blindly guided
And see somebody to follow, so I'll be their Iron Giant
To help 'em forget their problems, at least for a fucking moment
When they throw them beats on and I speak to 'em and console 'em
Got fans, just know that like Caesar you could control 'em
Now what would y'all do with a legion of fucking Romans
Us is entertainers, the ones with a chance to rhyme
Gotta give these people something authentic to stand behind
These rapper say they care, but that's only on camera time
Then they go right back to rapping 'bout strippers
And damn it I'm, fucking sick of all this stacking money, spending money, throwing money
Shit it's a recession, most these listeners are owing money
Cash Money, Young Money, his money, her money
But chances are they ain't never talking 'bout your money
Fuck money, know what I mean? This real Hip-Hop shit right here

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I've ever known is that I'ma do me
A true MC, yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony
Yeah I'm the master of the ceremony

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