Masterpiece Of Mind

[Intro: C-Mob] Music... So many people listen to music To try to find peace of mind But for the real artist Who create the music Sometime we got to give you piece of our mind In order for us to find peace of mind So while we try to master Peace within our mind We end up, creating, a masterpiece with our minds [Verse 1: C-Mob] Ever since the age of 12, 1994 that's when I would start out Had a hard route So I learned to grab the pen and pad and I write my heart out Just a bad little adolescent I was pretty nerdy but I leave your grill split fast Forward to the presence, 20 years later in my 30's and I kill shit Came a long way, long days, blew it then a fifth of bombay But I'm not new to this, I am Vesuvius These other rappers, they are Pompeii Like Dante in my Inferno they will be stucked, when I erupt So these other rappers better ease up Pumping their guns, rather be fucked See, music supposed to be an outlet For the real ones to be devout with But nowadays every wants to be a rapper When they ain't about shit Making music's how I keep my sanity While these other cats spit vanity And they treat the fans like shit But I don't have fans, I got family And I try to find a way to deal that All the real cats, they can feel that I've been lookin' through the glass too long Banging on it, hopin' that it will crack You can kill that, nonsense sayin' that I'll never make it I've already made it, further than they thought I ever make it And I'm workin' so that I can elevate it [Verse 2: Charlie Ray] C-Mob I was thinkin' (what up?) We gotta give 'em somethin' that'll make 'em listen up If they will give a fuck about what they were doin' For what they're pursuin', I would give a fuck I would surely go and get your CD I ain't talkin' iTunes, I would go to bestbuy Just so I could rip the plastic off And see who took the credit for what made my head nod But none of you rap niggas are comin' with acid any longer See like I'm only supposed to come with spits The quicker the massacre, deliver it faster to the father See I choke the throat up out you bitch-es I got no love for you hood rats and your hood raps And your tall tales, that you're tellin', bust 'em like a melon Better watch 'em all fail, I am troubled in the brain I don't care as long as y'all are entertained I can hide the pain in the music, and I'm finna use it That's the spark I need to light the propane Let 'em burn how I do in agony Like everyday I try to make a masterpiece The only way that I can get it out of me So I don't lose it, snap and cause a tragedy So let me be, and leave me to my devices and my vices Wallow to provice, while I try to keep my nose clean So my son and I can start enjoyin' life And for him? Ignore the price Never money over blood, never let 'em up Keep the competition in the vice Winnin' everytime I roll Blow the dice (Ahh) [Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] And when I see 'em in the front row I'll never disappoint when I'm knowin' And every fan that know me Know more than they need to know and Can it be, that they dancin' for me and That they see themselves in me and can't ignore it So I put end to this, whenever my brains admits to spits And I will krizz about And if the rain persists, I'm filckin' the wrist and change it when the veins are drippin' out Everybody only got a few hundred ones, a few hundred blunts to Smoking like I only got a few hundred months to live Tell 'em that the truth got to be talked Never switch over and put the more hold Know I can't stop till I'm old Made a monster of Kali who broke the mold We get our eye poked, say a few words, you'll get your eye opened When your words wise spoken You might have to eat your ego when I'm hopin' That you'll get it often, people receive you never take a loss When you take it off and you get your cheese up And you become a boss Seem all I can get my dreams y'all get my seem hard So put your money on me and C-Mob [Verse 4: C-Mob] So friends, Romans, countrymen, tell me can you lend me an ear People talkin' alot of shit when we're not around But they quiet when we appear Sick of this bullshit that they call the rap game Dealin' with these dumb fucks Cause they lie scheme and they're unjust But you're clamin' that their guns bust I've been giving it all I've got Put my heart and soul in for the last 10 years I've been here, stay in-gear, sincere, even when the flames clear See I'm tryin' make a better livin' for my family Therefore my music has to be the grind Cash for me and mine, laugh and be sublime That would be divine, has to be the time Actually deprimed, that I make a come up Cause I'm battling this apathy of mine See my mind's a masterpiece But at the same time I'm tryin' to masterpiece of mind Jerky record labels, asking me for signs Sorry but your offer has to be declined Better come correct, or don't come at all Cause your jaw will be vastly realigned Then I think about why I started music for the love I remember that, so I cut the bullshit Thrill the fact, with the pen and pad I will fin attack Got it down packed, this is my soundtrack Never listen to the he say, this is my world I'm the DJ, claim my mind while I let the beat play Like [Instrumental]