Master 3 goes in over a Shawn Kaylor production. Lyrics after the jump.
Not of This World
[Hook]
M3, isn’t he something?
2 g’s, says you can’t touch him,
Rubies, diamonds and pearls,
Mean nothing when you’re not of this world,
You be, counterfeit so I’ma
Do me, all of y’all can keep lying cuz,
Rubies, diamonds and pearls,
Mean nothing when you’re not of this world,
[Verse 1]
Flow unparalleled, skill unattainable,
If you dislike what my fists write, fine, but you can’t hate my soul,
Inside my veins, it flows, this strange eclectic substance,
That inspires my ballpoint to fire at y’all like muskets,
Bust this, when I’m spitting on the mic, don’t touch it,
Cuz it’s disgusting, snapping like the traps of rabid Labradors,
Oliver Twist-ing this, when I’m finished, you ask for more,
You might be twice my age, but you ain’t even twice as raw,
I’m the coldest thing this side of Antarctica,
If trying me’s worth dying, sayonara, I’ll martyr ya,
And playing with me is kinda like starting at Harvard
Cuz you can make it here with money, that don’t mean that you’re smart enough,
Y’all are rapping for peanuts, and I ain’t Charles or Snoopy,
I’m tired of fucking with rappers like an exhausted groupie,
So I’m dipping out, do the world a favor,
Cut your throat, reach inside, find your voicebox and rip it out…
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and I’m sicker than your average,
This is automatic, effortlessly savage,
Always spit with passion, I just be devouring rappers
While y’all acting friendly, Poltergeist to Casper,
Laughing, as you try to capture what makes me me,
But to know, you’d have to literally take these feet
And walk with them, and even then,
You would gain nothing from experience, cuz this is God-given,
Sitting in a room with pen and pad is futile,
Cuz I’m blasting off and challenging all that you do,
Kudos to those brave enough to go against the grain,
And to those barely staying afloat, this is rain,
This is thunder, this is hurricanes and lightning striking,
Sending your shit into oblivion when I be writing,
And homie, I be flying, in the sky is where I'm viewed,
No dispute, I make it hot as Nicaragua in June...
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My instinct is to get rid of haters while I’m innovating on the microphone,
I leave a track incinerated, I been your favorite
Since I made you wonder what your name is, on my way to being famous,
Almost there, just waiting on that call from Sony Entertainment,
Just playing, I ain’t got no offers coming my way,
But I’m deep in the game, and y’all just standing on the side like bridesmaids,
I say, it seems we have a dilemma cuz he’s so treacherous
With his venomous penmanship there’s no one left to dead him with,
Yet I’m still the general of turning rappers feminine
And leaving them with their voices higher than Kristin Chenoweth’s,
I’m Wicked with a pen, get it twisted never again,
Or become a victim of this and get viciously ripped to shreds,
Period, point blank, this Papermate is my saber
Used to defend this game til the day that I meet my maker,
If you want me off the top spot, brotha, you better pray,
Give a fuck if you hate it, I wasn’t listening to you anyway…
[Hook]
