Rapsody – Oprah lyrics

I'm a master (Master)
Y'all should give me honorary masters (Masters)
Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters)
The new slave talkinl like he got a masta (Whoop! Whoop!)
Screamin' "Free thought!"
All the greatest legends behind bars ain't really talk
Everything I say is everything, I really walk
Got it for the free, though if it wasn't what I really bought
Yeah, yeah, pigeon poles (Pigeon poles)
Only way we ever, ever comin' toe to toe
My Ivory Coast, come for blood, caught me trippin though
Yeah, I got the juice, woo! See I'm drippin' dough

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Give the homeless homies money, so they eat well
Went and copped a Audi, gotta go and get it detailed
Drive don't depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah)
Still talkin' that shit in this motha like we Ezale
Hol'up, Mother Ship flow bring the funk back (Funk back)
This for my young heads, my real ones, my old blacks (My old blacks)
This for my nasty n****s askin' where the hoes at? (Where the hoes?)
This gon' be the break, we stop and make lem do the soul clap

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