[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 identity 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 fuck 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 (yup) 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 kill 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 nobody’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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