3rd Bass Lyrics

Album: Derelicts Of Dialect

No Master Plan No Master Race Lyrics

[MC Serch]

Set to decide, who's on the inside track

but you slack and so another dive

and you lounge - but who's shoes would you be in?

Wake up, it's time to respect the Nubian

flag of a people, fightin every day

for their own say, so children can go out to play

And stray from the tyranny, while blood is drippin B

I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me

I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin

Original man's a black man, said by a caucasian

Watchin a culture be stolen from Asia

Whether minor or major, science I swayed y'all

with lingo, some people don't think so

When do you stop sayin - that's the way things go?

Time to manifest the quest that's hard to digest

The companies are frontin Pete, why don't they divest

and invest in freedom, but they scheme on a brother

Stealin trunk jewelry that's MILES undercover

So discover as a people, we have to take our place

There is no master plan because there is no master race