Masterpiece - Funkoars

Drunkoars in the building

While the rest of these motherfuckers are on some

We are the world, shit, haha, ayy

They don’t want bad blood between us

Like two girls either side, tryna fight for the rights to ride

We Certified, wise vagabonds

Roam through deserted crates to find breaks to try rappin' on

They babblin' bullshit like, «We raisin' the bar»

we takin' the bar to break it in half, scrapin' the spark

With the fuse lit, making a mark, bottle’ll make it’s mark

And loops like dogs chasing their arse

I got a tax cheque for two G’s, got some diamonds and gold

Went on a bender for two weeks, lost my diamonds and gold

Tryna hold a steady job, get a career

I got better luck breaking getting it cleared

Yeah, scene hoppers that wanna drop into rap

Usually get and

it ain’t the haters making the music

It’s the music making the haters try to do it, you knew it

And if you didn’t know it, now you know my friends

Drunkoars are for the babies

Yeah, it’s like this, like that

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece

And it means the world to me

Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah

My last shit was the next shit

Next shit’ll be the best shit, Ses expect to exit

The game with a claim to shame, blame the fame

For the reason women need a breather when they hear the name

(Oh) But they screw up their face when I meet 'em

I’m in wife beaters for a reason and rocking Adidas (Yeah)

See me at my peak when I drink hard (Yeah, happy hour’s at six)

Well, see me on the floor by six past (Yeah)

The Funkoars invented that raw embedded with porn

Never met a competitor, means I met ‘em all

Forget it, we the owners

How’s a bitch in a minute even seeing the man of the moment?

A lot of rappers are singing to sell

I just drop a lot of good shit like I’m eating well, you see your girl

Meet a girl, fill her cup, then skeet a girl

girl, pass her up

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece

And it means the world to me

Now, this verse a masterpiece, even before I start to speak

Like a split personality, you don’t know the half of me

Skilled in the art started beef

Drink at bars till doors close like the passage through my arteries

spark the weed, neck a bottle like a hickey

Given this is my town and I’ma push it past the city limits

Funkoars, we the best, no doubt

I’m raw like the sex with a chick I’ll hit if she been checked out

And don’t wanna track my hot hits a crowd

Not a moshpit and groupies mouths waitin'

Yeah, we back with another hit record

But we never make the big time like Flava Flav’s pendent

Turn my mic up, my Drunkoars at the bar

Raise your cups if you drinking till the night’s up

Your step daddy’s back and still make a whore moan

We still got that raw flow, so welcome to the ‘Oars show

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah

Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece

And it means the world to me