| No Master Plan No Master Race |
| [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 |