Mstrpcs

Mstrpcs Lyrics Meanings
by Ser Kokayi

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Mstrpcs Lyrics

Look look
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
Now I know the fairer skin see the melanin
Don’t see the merit, so we never win
Cause they holdin’ the pen, they can’t ever sin
But they tellin’ lies and embellishin’
They defining beauty through a mirror And that’s why every model look like Marilyn
That why every Oscar go to Meryl and
Read between the lines
Tell a friend
Cause the truth is, the booth is the Louvre at high tide
The Louvre is a booth of the loot from my side
I choose to go tooth and nail ‘til ya eyes wide
The youth follow suit ‘til I move for my ties
Cause my people are the muse of my lines
We not equal, so I choose in my mind
To flip the script, paid dues on sidelines
I wanna be paid in full for my time
‘Cause name a black artist that ever been taught
That’s what I thought
Cause all the art either stolen or shot
Misrepresented, a token of bought
Civilizations, and erasing the history of nations
But hope isn’t lost ‘cause
I don’t make music, I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft,
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain, from three sips
You just found the sound,
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
‘Cause I open eyes to see the bigger picture
American minds is breeded to the tissue
To stare in our eyes don’t grieve, oh they won’t miss you
Now I realize why we be in the system
Momma preach that they won’t kiss you
Unless they like Judas
I thought that you knew this
But you see the flashing screens and magazines
Taking Time to bring you to the issue
Welcome to America the beautiful
Portrait painted by the hands of the usual
Suspects, I guess minds are just delusional
Hope it dies with time, I pay the funeral fees
And ashes to ashes, hope it get blew with the breeze
‘Cross the land of free, that it claims to be
Must’ve forgot how it came to be
Built by those who looked the same as me
Now can’t you see
I just walk with a taint to me
And I swear it’s a shame to see
I just talk how it came to be
I pinch salt with everything they feed
I get lost, it’s a maze to me
And it ain’t a sayin'
It amazes me that even when I’m sayin’ the least
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips

Look look
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
Now I know the fairer skin see the melanin
Don’t see the merit, so we never win
Cause they holdin’ the pen, they can’t ever sin
But they tellin’ lies and embellishin’
They defining beauty through a mirror And that’s why every model look like Marilyn
That why every Oscar go to Meryl and
Read between the lines
Tell a friend
Cause the truth is, the booth is the Louvre at high tide
The Louvre is a booth of the loot from my side
I choose to go tooth and nail ‘til ya eyes wide
The youth follow suit ‘til I move for my ties
Cause my people are the muse of my lines
We not equal, so I choose in my mind
To flip the script, paid dues on sidelines
I wanna be paid in full for my time
‘Cause name a black artist that ever been taught
That’s what I thought
Cause all the art either stolen or shot
Misrepresented, a token of bought
Civilizations, and erasing the history of nations
But hope isn’t lost ‘cause
I don’t make music, I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft,
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain, from three sips
You just found the sound,
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
‘Cause I open eyes to see the bigger picture
American minds is breeded to the tissue
To stare in our eyes don’t grieve, oh they won’t miss you
Now I realize why we be in the system
Momma preach that they won’t kiss you
Unless they like Judas
I thought that you knew this
But you see the flashing screens and magazines
Taking Time to bring you to the issue
Welcome to America the beautiful
Portrait painted by the hands of the usual
Suspects, I guess minds are just delusional
Hope it dies with time, I pay the funeral fees
And ashes to ashes, hope it get blew with the breeze
‘Cross the land of free, that it claims to be
Must’ve forgot how it came to be
Built by those who looked the same as me
Now can’t you see
I just walk with a taint to me
And I swear it’s a shame to see
I just talk how it came to be
I pinch salt with everything they feed
I get lost, it’s a maze to me
And it ain’t a sayin'
It amazes me that even when I’m sayin’ the least
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips
I don’t make music
I make masterpieces
Student that the master teaches
Do it with no draft
Without a rubric, I don’t have a thesis
Provin’ so much truth
You thought my youth came out the fountain from three sips
You just found the sound
So get a clue from what come outta these lips

Writer(s): Ser Kokayi
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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