| Yo, Plan A begins with the end of famous trends |
| And by making hip-hop feel like it’s '98 again |
| I’m saying when I can still listen to Jay and Em |
| Cause those days came and went as fast as Kane and them |
| The south takes offense to what I say, ask the fans |
| The way they dumb it down, New York don’t have a chance |
| Brainwash half the land with crack and gats in hands |
| That’s The Man with (The Masterplan) |
| Yeah I know, just eliminate any man trying to say some real shit |
| People ain’t as dumb as you think, they may just feel it |
| They may just feel sick of whips, cheddar and watches |
| They may hear us and rush Tower Records to cop it |
| They may just spend whatever breads left in their pockets |
| Seeing Diabolic rock shit and question the logic |
| I’m expressing my knowledge and blessing the topic |
| So you conscious of (The Masterplan) |
| Walk with me now, it goes beyond the music |
| It’s the scripture of the devil |
| They gave black people AIDS and more liquor in the ghetto |
| Next thing you know there’s people getting sick at every level |
| While tycoons are getting rich off the chips that they embezzle |
| I’m a rebel with a cause, applause ain’t necessary |
| It’s all secondary to the soldiers in the cemetery |
| Fuck Bush, but it woulda been the same electing Kerry |
| Truth getting buried (The Masterplan) |
| Wake the fuck up, Bin Laden was a scapegoat to send our boys to battle |
| Now they, avoiding shrapnel for a bunch of oil barrels |
| We, nothing more than cattle for the slaughter |
| Got a daughter, can’t afford to see her fall in this New World Order |
| They want, my supporters drunk as fuck up on the corner |
| Just killed, another author, William Cooper is a goner |
| All the bullshit they taught ya, hits as hard as Joey Porter |
| But it’s all (The Masterplan) |
| Don’t let em fool you |
| The lights are on, no ones home |
| Must be in their chromosomes |
| Every politician lies, I hear it in their vocal tones |
| Let’s get every soldier known, and set it like a broken bone |
| They won’t see how serious we are 'til they get overthrown |
| It was written in the Declaration of our Independence |
| To instill new government but now it’s been neglected |
| By the acts of patriots and we the ones who been affected |
| By sick a collective with (The Masterplan) |
| We the people refuse to pledge allegiance |
| To the demons preaching, we been seeing |
| Screaming on the evil heathens, waking up the people sleeping |
| I won’t feel we even-Steven 'til all y’all just cease to breathe |
| And seeing seems to be believing when they see what we releasing |
| I don’t even need a reason, word to God, the Holy Ghost |
| It’s information overdosed, if you don’t see you’re comatose |
| The revolution’s 'bout to start, with shotguns in my overcoat |
| To expose (The Masterplan) |
| Akir let em know |
| Yeah, my iris size of the enterprise |
| And rise up in the life of the survivors |
| In the land of 85ers |
| I’m the reflection of old timers |
| With the focus features of my father |
| So I wonder how the system steady robs us |
| And leaves a culture to be so impoverished |
| Head-bobbing to the timing of the snare popping |
| From the steel hard as stone |
| Reaganomics starved for artistic options |
| And now adopted as a format to endorse they wack products |
| And conduct sharecropping while supporting things to keep us locked in |
| Correctional facilities, but they ain’t killing me |
| I’m coming with the illest scheme |
| Smooth brown brother like Billy Dee |
| Nigga is you feeling me? |
| I’m getting focused, first let’s diagnose it |
| What the system holds close most is money movements |
| It’s so explosive, you have to notice corporate owners hold money |
| Your business loan is that, feed political campaigns |
| I hide behind the more focused |
| Take for example |
| The ones that stamped over whatever (?) capitol |
| And brag and boast the most by marble mantles |
| Lighting up expensive candles |
| Toast to each other as they compete for the largest growth |
| Corporate tax break so that they can keep the most |
| Finding comfort in they rich man crew |
| Trust these are just selected few that the plan let’s move through |
| Bust (The Masterplan) |
| What a tactic, it’s hard for us to ever trace. Fantastic |
| Penthouses with glass floors, expensive taste |
| Double the ceilings for you to chase |
| It’s hard to erase how they respect money and power |
| And since the cowards take what’s ours, flip it into money showers |
| Let’s combine talent and specialize with the prowess |
| I’mma rap, you make beats, and Jay’ll hit the streets |
| South of Engineer the sound |
| Crispy and loud |
| I’mma run around town ripping stages |
| Until promoters pay us, and DJs’ll start to play us |
| Recoup and then invest, make money for the people |
| That don’t want to be slaves |
| Let em rest, know the name |
| Legitimize the money we made in different ways |
| Play the game, pay taxes |
| Spend money with the comrades in action |
| Write off expenses, make it a practice |
| Cause this is (The Masterplan) |
| Yeah |
| (The Masterplan) |