Step right up.
Step right up.
Come one, come all.
Come and see the masters of the puppet.
the puppeteers.
Watch as they amaze you with what they make the puppets do.
This is coming to you directly from the Soul Assassins.
No strings attached.
I spark like a blunt's tip, something cavy, make it green like Mitch.
Gift rap vocals dispatch with every attempt.
The Hattest Gang shook up when Drake hook up.
Every thug look up, grindin' got me on chill Eyes bloodshot, heavy built, lay a nigga out like Quilt
Clear to you, I rock for rollers.
From low riders to Henny toasters.
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher.
Accept no limitations.
Dre losing his stack, his slimmest chances of Michael Jackson getting his black fans back.
My reputation's like a tech nine, knock out the best in the circle.
Three minutes, wreck time.
See, the hand is faster than the eye could chase it.
Dre, be real.
Soul Assassin's got potential.
Weapons activated.
No illusion to have you caught up in the rapture.
Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters.
I pull your string.
I make it moves.
I'm the master.
Wasn't you to do what you do?
You are the puppet.
I pull your string.
I make it moves.
I'm the master.
Wasn't.
I'll pull your string.
I'm making moves.
I'm the master.
I said you can do what you do.
You want the puppet?
I'll pull your string.
I'm making moves.
I'm the master.
CAUSING YOU TO DO WHAT YOU DO HOPING MASTER
We're pulling strings, killing kings, cutting off pinky.
rings, seizing control of the whole game.
I took a pull from the blunt and held and blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop.
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions.
Assassins we multiply by the masses.
Masters of the game.
Every move you make through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take.
You see what I want you to see and you turn into whatever I want you to be.
Whether it be an enemy, an ally, the aftermath, results, and soul assassins.
worldwide from coast to coast i got soldiers on post injecting you with the high funk overdose straight in the hill
Stayin' real, all you non-believin' ass niggas Get your cap peeled, in second quarter Make your time shorter, get your recorder, play it back
Puff your chronic sack.
Your mind, body, and soul have been catching and taking captive by the motherfucking Puppet Master.
I pull your string, I'm making moves, I'm the master.
Causing you to do what you do, you are the puppet.
I pull your string, I'm making moves, I'm the master.
Causing you to do what you do.
You want the puppet?
I'll pull your string.
I'm making moves.
I'm the master.
Causing you to do what you do.
You want the puppet?
I'll pull your string.
I'm making moves.
I'm the master.
I'm pausing you to do what you do, Muppet Master.
Put the puppet on the string.
Put the puppet on the string.
Bye-bye.
Cut the puppet on the string.
Cut the puppet on the string.
The Soul Assassin button has now been activated.
Dr. Dray and be real off of out in the verbal abuse.
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga mobs may be.
fatal that's right this is coming to you directly from the hill y'all all rights reserved
Like a puppet on a string.
I can poop it on the street.
