Masquerade
Setsuna-P Lyrics
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Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
'Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse
'Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach
Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the baguette
Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You wan't peace, you better call Churchill
If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)
Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)
How come you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk
(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef
(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death
Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back
Before you get a setback and get clapped
That's it and that's that, clap!
(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)
Now I'm gone nigga haul that
Take all that and fall back
I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna ride with us niggas we got road rage!
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got more bombs left you punk niggas
Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left
You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack
You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track
Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black
Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the Middle East
Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!
The song "Masquerade" by Setsuna-P is a powerful and passionate critique of the music industry and the personas that many artists adopt to achieve success. The lyrics address rappers who are only concerned with fame and money, and who exploit the hood and its struggles for their own gain. Setsuna-P, also known as William Danze, presents himself as a preacher's son who is set out to expose these masquerades and bring justice.
The song starts with a call for all the rappers who are poisoning the community to leave town, as Setsuna-P prepares to strike them down with vengeance and anger. He refers to himself as the preacher's son, indicating that he is guided by a sense of morality and truth. The chorus emphasizes the hypocrisy of these artists, who claim to be authentic but are merely wearing masks to deceive their audience.
Setsuna-P then proceeds to call out specific rappers, exposing their lies and lack of authenticity. He criticizes their reliance on material possessions and their betrayal of their own communities. He emphasizes the harsh reality of the streets and how these masquerades are not welcome or respected there. The lyrics also express a sense of unity and camaraderie, as Setsuna-P aligns himself with M.O.P. (Mash Out Posse) and Bumpy Knuckles, suggesting that they are authentic voices amidst the masquerades.
In the latter half of the song, Setsuna-P continues to assert his dominance and integrity as an artist. He challenges those who claim to run the blocks and expose them as informants to the police. He showcases his experience and skill, declaring that he kicks too much ass to conform to the superficial standards of the industry. The song concludes with a reference to Miri Ben-Ari, a renowned violinist, as if inviting her to join the fight against the masquerades.
Overall, "Masquerade" is a fierce and critical song that sheds light on the inauthenticity and deceptive nature of many artists in the music industry. It calls for a return to honesty, integrity, and true expression in music.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Wyclef Jean, Farel Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Jerry Lordan, Jameal Grinnage, Eric Murray, James Campbell
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