Check it I'm the fucking one without a jacket When i play the microphone I rip it yes i wreck it Fools in my way Step out of the way With this lyrical style You're gonna get sprayed Masterminded with a master plan Well i'm back to the jam With a mic in my hand So where would you rather be Living on your hands and knees? Well they got you wanting it so bad now It's just a fucking tease Use your mind over matter Don't give in Reach for the carrot That's still hanging Masterminded by a master plan Yes... they don't give a damn They give with one hand And they got take with the other While they say they're your friend But their world is a lie They give with one hand And they got to take with the other Well ya know it's the end But it's just the beginning Dominant view It's all over you Check it I'm the fucking one With the pin-stripe jacket Orchestrate my shit While the drummer's getting wicked In your mind no room to decide All the same So you're trapped inside Masterminded with a master plan Well i'm back in the jam With a mic in my hand