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The Masha Lyrics

Ahahahahahaha...



Yes... the masha's back (well alright!)







And you don't stop, and you don't stop



And you don't stop to rock, keep on



Yeah, and you don't stop



Yo I'm back in this shit, I'm back in it to win it



So check it as I spin it, yo







[TMD]



Beware beware, as the T starts to step up



I kick shit like a soccer player just to keep my wreck up



The double decker, Treemania is what I'm causin



Mass hysteria so beware in your area



for it's slick, can ya feel it and flip it and like Whip It



like Devo, pull stunts like Kenievel



It's evil, when you see a brother like in action



The Masha, rippin shit up, cause I'm Taxin



Then askin, questions later the innovator



The Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivator



And get down, to my mad ass rhythm section



Then check the diction, cause rhymes cause friction



when I flex, holds more words than a rolodex



Good like Chex, crazy fly like a Rolex



So umm whatever you call it no time to stall it



Aiyyo, you best to like haul it and beware of



The Masha







Chorus:







The Masha, the Masha (repeat 4X)







[TMD]



Yeah, yeah, yo check it out



I gives a damn like Uncle Sam, won't sweat ya like Spam



But if ya try to flip, Kool Al tell him who I am



(Len Robertson) yeah, you know umm, the mic scandal



I gets nuff props, crazy plaques on my mantle



My rhymes, they soothe, comfy like a sandal



And plus, I goes the long mile as if a camel



Uh-huh, uh, the funky rhyme kicker can you dig it



And I could give a damn about a racist or a bigot



So swing it to KKK and all you phonies



I mash on that ass so bump my tape like in your Sony



No baloney, the rhyme style kid, is back to wreck it



Mic check it, so you best to like respect it



Sloppy hip-hop, your definition



Flippin them styles, and stompin niggaz asses that be dissin



And then we're out of there, gone fishin



I swear, so suckaz beware, yeah, of



The Masha







Chorus







[TMD]



Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah



Yo bring that beat, bring that beat back check it, check it



When I step in the arena, hookers fiend ta



see the Tza wax like Pledge, then shake my funky dreads



On the freestyle, (shiiiiit) rip the topic



And just like padlocks, the master has to lock it on up



Like the nappy fros that I sport



And niggaz musta thought that the master took shorts



but, give me a cartoon, a comic that's a funny



Cuz I can give a shit how ya feel like Al Bundy (ewwwww)



But yet I hits the spot like a sundae on a Tuesday



But trick ass niggaz, they can't fool me



But check it, I gots more cents than four quarters



a dollar, make all the tramps scream and holler



as I vic em (hoo, hah, T stick em)



Yo pass the mic cause jackasses I'ma kick em



Dead in they chin and leave a snaggletooth grin



And then, hop in the Ac and take a spin with



The Masha







Chorus







[TMD]



Aiyyo, last but not least ya can't convict like Gotti



Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party



So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges



by the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out the dungeon



The Lab, I peel suckaz off like scabs



And leave shit bloody, as if Maxi-Pads



Moms and dads, close friends and all cousins



I'm out to fly heads, and the nigga ain't buggin



So watch ya step or stay pep like a rally



Cuz I can shake it, like Andre is up in Cali



The Valley, but don't shake a nigga with a fork



as I guzzle a quart, to Freak the Tales like $hort



With pleasure, then clock crazy dough like a beggar



Ya lag, ya lose, but betcha ass I won't let up



Gutter sniper get outta pocket with the piper



I swear, I'm back, so beware







Chorus (continues until fades)