Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
F#m
Am
This is the home of the brave
B
I hate to say it, but if you step wrong
F#m
You stepped into a grave
Make all the right moves
Am
when you play the game
B
I'll snatch the gat and blow out
Am
Em
Am
your brains with no shame
If I acted all of my thoughts out
I'd be the scariest nightmare
you ever dreamed about
I ain't alone in my ways of thinking
Every brother's the same,
that's why the race is not taking
As I write these rhymes, I lose control
The evil seeks out and steals your soul
Down in
Detroit, I play the soldier role
But I'm left proof,
so my life won't be sold
Real niggas don't die,
so I'm immortal and never livin'
Fear is what I'm best
known for givin'
Detroit's the battleground
where I do my dirt
Detroit's the playground where
I flip and chase skirts
Bitches make my day almost any day
I approach the bitches in a smooth,
friendly way
Say, oh, you got a man?
If you do or don't, I got a plan
You comin' with mastermind or what?
If not, I gotta move on, cause I see
You don't wanna fuck girls in
God's crowd
You better be ready for the
street queens and kings
The fools will get fooled,
the dumb will get schooled
You'll come as an angel and leave
with a devilish attitude
Every night of your life and every day
You better pray for your life,
cause a sucker can take it away
Mastermind's completely ready for ya
If my word ain't good enough,
then maybe tonight I'll show ya
Mastermind's in this
motherfucker to rap shit
Critics say don't do it,
but I say fuck that shit
I'ma let the words kick like
Bruce
Lee
I know you never knew, so guess who
Produce me the
U .N .N .O .L .Y .L .Y .L .H .N .U.
Bring me the beat so I
can continue.
Rhythmatic.
Automatic.
Psychopathic.
Type that magic.
Suckers better clear the path.
And beware the witchcraft.
Real life product motherfuckers
always get last laugh.
I'm describing the city of doom for ya.
So if you're a pussy ass nigga
ain't no room for ya.
Here's the perfect name
of the game.
Survival of the fittest.
Yeah that's what this is.
UX was my lifestyle.
Gangsta style.
Me and the crew gets wild,
and crew's seven mile
What do I see?
Bitch here, bitch there
G
Walkin' round half -naked,
Am
bared like they don't care
But I ain't impressed until the
pussy's exposed
That's what I'm seein',
so right away, hose gets closed
But when I'm havin' fun,
I still gotta watch my back
But I don't understand why fools
would fuck with a maniac
So I gotta keep showin' and provin'
I ain't the one to be your target,
so don't even start it
I got the gun, you better run from the bullet
I got my finger on that trigger
and click the bullet
Am
Test me and I'll pass with flying colors,
brothers
The street game, the rap game,
I got em covered
I ain't no joke,
so don't provoke my gangsta ways
Yeah, but anyway, baby, uh
That's enough about me and
Homer the
G#
Brave
Kicking that crazy shit to you
I'd rather kick it to you like
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