Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Project Oblivion (Da Vintage) Song: Ezekiel 3:18 Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Dungeon Masta] What up son? Now you know how it feel This goes out to you muthafucka You know who the fuck you are You thought you got away with that, didn't you? Think I'mma let you live behind that? You know I'mma see you... Just gotta tell you the truth Now you gotta look behind your back, bitch [Dungeon Masta] How can you put your fucking hands on me? I won't forget My justice'll be ya penalty, wanna bet? When I catch you-you, I won't explain what I do to you I'll just mash you, give you pain, all in your cerebral Last name Masta, first name Dungeon Put a face to the name, ya'll cats bring disgrace to the game Bring ya snake by the lane, that you self not take the blame And I don't play, I'm tame, why you wanna smell me? Nothing ya'll niggas can tell me, from that I reign like blood dripping straight from the IV You snuck me, I pluck thee, in time When I rush through, I crush through, in time Look holmes, I don't want to go back into my dark, unhappy place When I'm finished with you, you'll beg for life to end Don't look towards me, you starting, from now on Call me 'is-he-real', rage, mister nice guy, I'm no longer pre-paid [Chorus: Dungeon Masta] I know your bitch ass, don't want beef I'm gonna take you from the street Your soul longer to me, and reach Next time we meet, we shall hold courts In the street, be like the first thing that you are, anymore Don't be sad, cuz not living like a star, anymore Don't be mad, cuz your paper don't go far, anymore Back to walking on two feet, no more car, anymore [Dungeon Masta] Starving, hungry, nothing you can tell me Lying in my trigger, no having visions of candy With my destiny child, young half Indian, born wild Dropping rules in the professor, like a bat, smile for me now The pain is too deep, can't sleep on the struggle In low poor section in Brooklyn, we stay true to the hustle You can feel me, understand your muscle, if I'm worthy, stay out of our way Them crazy cats in the play jungle, don't play We squeeze off at the gangs in them AK, make you go away Believe me homey, in ya doorway, smoke be leaving out your Timb Mate, your arteries be leaking, as you soak off your blood As you drip and you die, laying in your puddle of mud Dungeon Masta not here to demonstrate, niggas wanna add More fuel to the plate, using my hands to state fate When you see me coming, give me my space Before I run up on your with the riot pump and cock it back in ya face [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] Handing despiration fills my heart, you let me Look holmes, you should of left it alone, the dirt checked you Broke out, aimed it at ya man, I don't respect you True blood, got to please, out to let, hang it man If you didn't have the hammer cocked back, I be swinging it But you had the drop on me, you should of popped me Nothing on this planet gonna stop me, from making sure you're a dead man Mentally it's serious, I fucked the mad dough, I want it back in blood You owe nigga, I love this beat shit, don't give a fuck who you creep with I know where you at, got set up by the bitch that you sleep with Nigga, where you going ain't no secret Everybody know the time come, your ass is mine I won't let that shit get to me, go and ask it, now, now, now My rap wreck, niggas worser than cancer [Chorus] [Outro: Dungeon Masta] You hear that? I'm telling you, duke And I mean that shit, every word...