Master's Degree - Tage

Someone, a neighbor. a neighbor called, called over here, so I don’t understand\nwhy you’re being difficult about this—\nI’m not being difficult about anything. Cuz I haven’t done anything out of the\nway\nOkay.\nSo with that being said, I’ll go about my business sir\nOkay I’m not done with you yet you’re not free to go\nHave I done any. have I broken any laws?\nHave I broken any laws sir?\nI’m talking to you, I’m not done, I’m, I’m investigating a suspicious person\nHave a nice day sir--\nStop… Stop…\nHow the f*** CNN still like Groundhog Day?\nIt’s another one\nHad to edit the real footage cuz it’s a bloody one.\nMaaan I’m such a lucky one. listen-\nThey’ll put a tipsy n**** in a cell quick as hell\nI’m off the Jack tryna drive like it’s Ginger Ale\nBout to get up, wit my potna who said the spot is lit up\nAnd in general the talent there is thick as hell. well\nToo much Tequilla and I got gorilla\nDamn near crawled back to the car, caterpillar\nPast a n**** who they called the Twelve on, from a cell phone\nHe refused to leave the premises… here come the closet white\nSupremacist, anti-feminist\n‘spose to be bout protecting and serving like tennis is\nInstead he serve sentences in barbwire fenceses\nPrivatized prisoners, model for they businesses, a nemesis\nTo find the perpetrators of crime\nIt was a waste of his time, we all the same in his mind\nMy two charges--both felonious\nTwo years mistaken identity--all erroneous, the phoniest\nHOOK\nMy master’s it ain’t even matter\n(bartender witnessed it-- he ain’t een ask her)\nHe think he my master, me he after\nLet this muhf**** know that I own my masters\nMe he after, he think he master, (he think he master) he think he matter\nJust like they say in Florida--long as I stand on the ground I can blast ya\nNo? Shiii.\nThey’ll throw a tipsy n**** in a cell quick as hell.\nQuit ya denyin, fictitious lying to shy away\nNotha lucky one in surviving, we dyin every day\nAnywhere, anyway—feel like he after me\nMan he done confused magistrate wit majesty\nShow in Cleveland--it had to be. we was bent back then\nWhippin the cherry red Jetta, jet black tint\nMakin sure I know my parts, blowed but the flow is sharp\nSo I’m a throw my darts, cuz we was openin for Tony Starks\nBut they at the speedtrap, they know it’s dark\nThey like, ‘we gon pick up some animals', Noah’s ark\nWe doin sixty-five in a sixty, they swoop swiftly\nBackup came in a jiffy to paddy wagon lift me\nGuns drawn on four suspects--two blacks, two whites\nDetermined to serve us n****s wit some facts of life\nMe and ARod wit eight charges they got me\nIn the same whip, Copy, and the other white dude got off scot free\nWhere they doin that at? Where da f*** do dey do dat at?\nI was just tryna open up for Ghost, you could have dat\nThey was so close to openin they toast, rat-a-tat-at\nAnd underneath white dude fingernails, there was crack at\nGuess it’s illegal to be wherever you black at\nHOOK\nMy master’s it ain’t even matter\n(Five miles an hour over turned to disaster)\nHe think he my master, me he after\nPlease let this muhf**** know that I own my masters\nMe he after he think he master, (he think he master) he think he matter/\nJust like they say in Florida-long as I stand on the ground I can blast ya\nNo?\nCouple of years ago I earned a master’s degree\nAgainst The Decendants of Slave Catchers' Decree\nThey murder murder and kill kill for masses to see\nConfused as f***, thinkin they masters of me\nThe corporation say they ain’t have the glasses to see\nBeware of the day when the real assassin is we\nBy thesis at least, I’m a blast masterfully\nUsing masses of blackness to amass energy\n(by thesis at least I’m a blast masterfully)\nWithout a degree I am a master of me