lirik lagu anxiety montage – mr. master
[prod. by mr. master]
[intro:]
are you now or have you ever been
a member of the communist party?
[verse 1: mr. master]
all i do is listen to the future
i just bought a ring for my computer. (aw!)
rapper/producer (hey!)
master mansa musa out in rancho cucamonga
sittin’ back, abusin’ substance while i laugh at lucas brothers
i don’t have to prove you nothin’. (nah!) i’m a cacklin’ hyena
with a kangol on my noggin and a tracksuit by adidas
what a laughable idea. the cartwheelin’, art dealin’
vaudevillian. spot stealin’. top billin’ god willin’
harry chapin with the cats all in the cradle
got my unicycle jacked and my ident-ty finagled
not a penny to my name. add a “comma the creator”
‘cause the future’s all i do and being odd is in my nature
what applaudable behavior. i’m ballin’ on a budget
of a couple thousand quarters that i keep inside a bucket
like i must be up to somethin’. i’m just rollin’ with the punches
i’m like pacquiao if he was just like f-ck it
i’m an american and i love it
[chorus 1: mr. master & (ad-lib me)]
(you wanna come out and play?)
i don’t wanna go play
(why don’t you speak up more?)
i don’t have anything to say
(do you wanna be friends?)
i don’t wanna be friends
(why don’t you like me now?)
i didn’t like you then!
(what’s with the long face?)
i don’t have a long face
(you know what i mean!)
get out of my house
(don’t be so rude!)
i’m not being- oh my- y’know what? nevermind
[verse 2: mr. master]
the way i live is
breakfast food for dinner and sleeping after sunrise
and reading about circuses and being at them sometimes
and reenacting gunfights in civil war regalia
and makin’ gta inside a ’64 impala
turn a lizzy short to dahlia. (yeah!) on an information highway
i’m a statue in the sand among a planet full of primates
i’m a hero in disguise, and a horse between my thighs
i had to flip it over sideways just to fit the rest inside
now, do i look like i would lie? i’m a reputable statesman
with a checkerboarded past and a swimming pool i bathe in
i’m a champion at nathan’s, i’m a guest on the today show
you can see me in the background of the video for peso
if you pause it at the right time. no one in their right mind
would leave this kid in charge of a whole audience at nighttime
what if someone had a knife? do i look like i would fight?
i would thank you all for coming, then start running for my life. you’re on your own
[chrous 2: mr. master & (ad-lib me)]
(you wanna come out and play?)
i don’t want to go play!
(why don’t you speak up more?)
i don’t have anything to say!
(do you wanna be friends?)
i don’t want to be friends!
(why don’t you like me now?)
i didn’t like you then!!!
(what’s with the long face?)
i don’t have a long face!
(you know what i mean!)
how did you get back in here?
(don’t be so ru- coughing)
i locked all the doors, all the wind-
oh, if you came down the chimney, i swear!
[verse 3: mr. master]
i’m a ramen noodle college student. unemployed and sad
and i’m single but the mingling is really not my bag
i just finished all i had so i went to get a refill
but i used a cup for water so the workers look at me still
you can put it on my bill. (quack)
if looks could really k!ll
i’d have a whole entire section of the cemetery filled
there’d be a crematory built everywhere i went
i’d have a lot of fun in court, and a lot of pretty friends
’cause it’s all copy in the end. the comedy of death where
every moment that we share is just the time that we have left
and i-i-i know that you’re upset, but n-body’s exempt!
so pardon me if i try coping using poetry and hemp
but i don’t know what’s really best. i’m an armchair philosopher
with crumbs in my lap and dead pixels in my monitor
and all i’m tryna do is make the most of what i’m offered
so if they catch me slippin’, my address is on my collar. mr
[chorus 3: mr. master & (ad-lib me)]
(you wanna come out and play?)
(why don’t you speak up more?)
(do you wanna be friends?)
(why don’t you like me now?)
i swear to god!
(what’s with the long face?)
deep breathing
(you know what i mean!)
(don’t be so rude!)
okay, who do you think you are?
you’re just me eq’d differently
[outro: mr. master & (ad-lib me)]
(i do ad-libs!)
oh, you’re lucky you do adlibs because otherwise
i would not have you around
now, get out of here young man
before i slap you again!
(ow!)
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