puppet master Songtext - Dr. Dre

I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to guilt
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin' his stack
Is slim as chances, of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tech-9
Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it.
Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential - buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture.
Executive decisions from the motherfuckin' Puppet Masters
[Chorus] x4

And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive, by the motherfuckin' Puppet Masters...

[Chrous] x4

The Soul Assassin button has now been activated
Dr. Dre and B-Real are providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggs
May be fatal...
That's right, this is comin to you directly from the Hill y'all
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