Follow the Master - Substantial, The Other Guys

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

If you don’t move the crowd and ain’t a master of the ceremony

Or a microphone controller you are not an emcee

So don’t ever disrespect the homie

World class title holder born and raised in MD

Known to get the party poppin quicker

Then stripper with vodka in her so they gonna clap for me

But I ain’t talkin' booty cheeks

Slick with the dudy speak, shit talk mastery

…I'm Mugen with a blue pen

Samurai Champloo be damned if I can lose

If I did, I put 2 L’s together and make a W

Dumb of you, comparing Substantial to a substitute

All I do is win but it’s clearly ain’t your thing

Then again you’re more T-Pain then painting

I’m art personified, all heart magnified

By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive

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Fuck off the stage bum

You ain’t doin shit no need to tell’em to save some

Crowd look well rested, had time to get adjusted

Copped food and drinks and had time to digest it

I’ma make’em feel like they were part of my live show

No voice, clothes moist it’s hotter than Cairo

Watch me blow the spot when I drop my payload

I got’em going wild, it ain’t raining no pesos

They do what I say so ‘cause my presence demands it

A veteran standard, man what’s better than Stan shit

I will sever they hand if they extend it to grab this

Shit on everything like I’ve never been pampered

Son’em like Frederick Sandford, been a G

But I don’t sale trash just so I can make a living, B

I’m art personified, all heart magnified

By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

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I be ripping up the stage like I’m tearing up floor boards

You don’t keep’em engage they just lay on the floor bored

I have’em in a craze they gon' leave with their core sore

Body crowds for days like a terrorist warlord

Light up the scoreboard, go hard as mug…

I’m a titan I throw swords, throat armed with a scud

If you mic’em he’s so raw but doper when unplugged

A sight sicker than cold sores, go for a dub

If you pay at the door, unless you pay in advance

This ain’t your regular show that’s right you even can dance

No need to hold up the wall, it got plenty of beams

You can throw up your arms and if you’re feeling it scream

2 turntables and a mic that’s what I call riot gear

Turn all the way up!

It’s about to get live in here

I’m art personified, all heart magnified

By ‘bout a 105, no doubt… come alive

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

Follow the Master

Follow the Master