Themindzi

Mastamind Themindzi歌詞
1.What's Up


2.Themindzi


3.Thug World

What?! Let's Go, lets ride
Fuck wrong with this nigga?
Fuck this nigga tryin ta do somethin?
Gimme the motherfuckin keys, let's go
Got this nigga right, y'all mothafuckaz ready to ride
We gonna take this bitch downtown
By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club
Park this bitch on the curb, its like

UH, another day another hit
I'm on some other shit
Um, stay up off my maw buckin dick
Too, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss you
Tell yo bitch to come here, I like what her lips do
Gangsta mental, never sentimental
Hollar out the window bitch what you tryin ta get into
I got minimal love for women who fuck
Ride wit me tonight, bitch and hit me when ya grow up
Suckas lookin at me mean, cause my shit clean
I'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screens
Its in my blood now, sex money and drugs now
Its fucked up now, the world is run by thugs now

(CHORUS)
HO! HO! HO!
Its fucked up 'Its fucked up'
The world is run by thugs now
HO! HO! HO!
We like what now? 'WHAT?!'
The world is run by thugs now

Aw shit the nights young, disciples done
Might as well clear out, the cops might come
Fuckin blue lights, with the red in em
The shit we do at night? Cops say fuck it cause we done
scared em
How they expect us to ride, turn this thug shit off in
known light
Jeckyl and Hyde shit for the rest of my life
I'mma be reckless and high, check the eyes
Better be some bitches on the set when we arrive
Quick to say this party dead, too many hard days
The only thing that starts is a carnival of carnage
And I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin bout
Get into a gang a thangs
Y'all suckas ain't sayin shit can't see me
Who you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at you
Break somethin off in you
I'm down for that Detroit dogshit
We could destroy all this if you call it
Y'all talk shit I'm walkin c'mon

(CHORUS)

I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streets
That Natas nigga with the hottest product dealin the sweets
We make ya head hurt when he network this punk
Mastamind and I pledge to kick this bitch on junk
The party don't start without me don't diss or doubt me
When I'm in the house its all about me, mothafucka
Put my shit on the curb, when I finish the swerve
Hop out bumpin that Natas shit ya heard
We make it sound like the ground might break
We get down like the biggest niggas holdin down weight
Its a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believe
Nothin but that wicked shit rule the streets

(CHORUS)(4x)


4.Forever

Check, check one two
check the mic nigga
microphone check
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta

(Verse 1)
It's not pretty, in Detroit rock city
You know how hell get gritty, hot and shitty
You got niggas with attitudes, and bitches with problems
Am I another demon, or one that got some
Through my life story, look at the product I've become
Watch my dim light shine and block the sun
Boy, I'm the eclipse, take your mind on trips
The rhyme rips though your back and leaves ya spineless
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want hardcore bitch, Natas carved the stone, cmon

(Chorus)
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
Don't blink slow, don't think slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
Don't think slow, don't blink slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro

(Verse 2)
It's not funny, when you ain't got pocket money
The rap life is large now cuz I done scoot alot of dummies
Reel life got them thinkin wicket
Drink it, link it, look at this shit, when it gets transmitted
I admit, I'm sick as a twisted reverend
Will I visit heaven
Fuck yesterday and tomorrow, it's all about the present
It's all about the presidents, no evidence, no crime
With no game plan, you ain't no Mastamind
Boy, ridin the streets blind, you lookin at I
I got the look in my eye that I could die
Never fear, fuck dyin I done been there
Like a spirit in thin air, got em scared bitch we everywhere

(Chorus)
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
Don't blink slow, don't think slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
Don't think slow, don't blink slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta

(Verse 3)
I got that triple six sense, I see you a little tense
Ever since I took a step I've left the biggest footprints
I'm the unknown sphinx, welcome to the album
Literally, I levitate lyrically like a falcon
I'm starin at you, from a aerial view
Barin your next move, any of yall I don't care who
I'm dissin niggas and they bitches, reporters and they pictures
I don't give a fuck about your favorite public figgas
Detroit dues get ruled and prove loyal to they crews
Would you do the happy hour, would you do the blues
If my troops ain't there, I still got a plan
I'll find the downest bitchs up till I say god damn

(Chorus)
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
Don't blink slow, don't think slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
Don't think slow, don't blink slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
Don't blink slow, don't think slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro
Don't think slow, don't blink slow
Or you might miss the whole thing bro


5.RLP


6.Neva Die


7.Nite N Day


8.Liquor Store


9.Detroit

I wanna know.....who the fuck down wit me?
I wanna know.....unh
I wanna know.....

First Verse:

Would you ride with me, even though it's suicide?
Only deal with the real, can't get with them true lies
Tellin' tall tales to your home boys and them
Chances of me believin' you, boy is slim
Can't trust words with no wisdom
Fuck him!
If you drownin' out here, must not be doin' too much to swim
Bein' down and out is like water in your lungs
Game over, time's up, out of order son
Only greedy muthafuckas get the World
I done devised a plan so tough, my shit's thorough
Only playa muthafuckas get the girls that split the wigs
And only a Mastamind can tell you what time it is

Chorus:

I'm from the D-E-T, R-O-I-T
Where muthafuckas show fear, for nobody
We there, never scared, prepare, yo posse
Muthafuckas still actin' like some hoes I see
Man some of these niggas is bitches too
And some of these niggas look JUST LIKE YOU
All this madness got me sick as the flu
You could be, executed, all the shit you do

(2x)

Second Verse:

In the middle of the jungle with the wildlife
I'm throwin' a left blow, while duckin' a wild right
In the middle of war, never fatigue
For these, sharks, they'll spill your blood if you ever bleed
Don't be frontin' now, don't be the one eight-hundred dial
Come automatic like a hundred rounds
Only fearless muthafuckas, could look me in they eye
Only warriors survive, and the weak, get eaten alive

Chorus

Third Verse:

Kickin' wild by my style
Don't cut it down, do it now
I'm a statue of my body and soul, with a food dial
Control the dial, put you up on some game
Man, must I explain?
I want the World like the brain
Don't think I would digest if the city swallowed me whole
With high stakes, think about, the crap I'd unfold
To roll with the wrong clique of G's? Nigga please
Same sucka roll around to try to get the keys
Man, how I'm gone ride with you? Tell the truth
You jumpin' out your skin a nigga yell 'Boo'
I'm laughin' at'cha
Mash ya down, the block's passin' ya
I don't need a bitch with a dick for a passenger
3-D, I'm on some parallel level
Wanna see me? Must be a dead Devil
Only crazy muthafuckas fly blind
It ain't time to front, time to rep just like a gang sign

Chorus


10.Pay Me(Million Dollar Dreams)


11.X


12.Warrior


13.Reckless


14.Worship The Wicket


15.Deep Or Dolo


16.I'm Flyin'