AKIR ft. Diabolic - “Masterplan”

[Emcee(s): Diabolic and AKIR]

[Producer(s): Engineer]

[Verse 1: Diabolic]

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 bread’s 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 and 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 would have 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 one’s 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’ve been affected

By sick a collective with (The Masterplan). We the people

Refuse to pledge allegiance to the demons preaching. We’ve been seeing

Screaming on the evil heathens, waking up the people sleeping

I won't feel we’re even-Steven 'til all y'all just cease to breathe and

Seeing seems to be believing and they see what we releasing

I don't even need a reason—word to God, the Holy Ghost

It's information overdose. 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

[Verse 2: AKIR]

Yeah, my iris size of the enterprising and rise up

In the lie for the survivors in the land of 85ers

I'm the reflection of old-timers with the focused 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 a style hard as stone

Reaganomics starved for artistic options and now

Adopted as a format to endorse their 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 fat, feed political campaigns. I hide

Behind the more focused. Take, for example, the ones

Who stamped dude, want Afro 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 their rich man crew. Trust these are just

Selective few that the plan lets 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'ma rap, you make beats, and Jay'll hit the streets

South of Engineer, the sound crispy and loud

I'ma 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, build a 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