The Hazing Songtext
von Masia One

I spit debated languages keep more kids twist
Than porno mags and cartoon images
I verbal synergist
Lifted gently off the normal, my gift informal speech
I teach tongues to each one tightly corn-rolled

Tomorrow, call your moms or call you auntie
I appeal to those in boxer briefs or tighty whiteys
I light each spot like all I got are 2 lips
That lick adjectives from the bottom to the top

My ill rapport follows me
Like first world embassies
Find these weeds are
Smoking all the trees

My difficulty to appease strangers
My starting line up changed
The minute face of industry
In steady stages


Don′t fucking limit me, I expand an anagram into a sea
Sneak a smile to every memory yo
Can it be known?
Each microphone, each cipher unknown I own it
Hear me on radio the callers phone in like

1-9-9 let me hear Masia One again
Spit a dirty verse without a curse, kids on the bone again
I'm owning it, like I know my enemies
Masia One for president in the 2 double 0 three

All these eager young men they all draw guns I say come with it
Found a spliff to quickly bun, M One the mighty mighty gifted
Sound sedimentary sidelines as you flow in different ciphers
So elementary to the guidelines of those still around in diapers

Kinda makes you shake
Take breaks between blinks and minute takes (TICK)
I gently ask why democrats and demigods
Should get up off my dick (TICK)

Counter parts nervous
I call in my secret service
I gently ask why heads should scratch
A little ways below the surface


Cursive, cursive
Waves break on shorelines
Never whore my possession of this gift
That grows with every session
Every coarse mind aggression release

Tease oh tongue teasing, you a decimal, I a vesicle pleasing
You just a moldy testicle, I make your muthafucking teeth ring
Teaching breathing, your 15 minutes always fleeting
You′re running every time I spit my butterflies and bee stings