Artist: Brainsick Mob
Album:  Haze Presents: New York Reality Check 101
Song:   Mixmaster USA
Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com

[Verse One] [Jack The Ripper]
You say Mixmaster, USA
You say Kowasaki Jack yo, I got to get paid
Loungin' with my niggas, under the shade
As we sit back and chill, and all parlay
We reminisce about the time when we get smoked out
Then a riot broke out
Brothers started buggin' out
But deez never change, they got me caught in this game
Locked down, east New York style, who's to blame?
Runnin' around
A crooked crook from the street
Jack The Ripper baby so shit is never sweet
Don't sleep
Cause my crew roll deep
If you step to my man Black, then we got beef

[Blackstarr]
Watch me drop the bomb shit, all up in your face
It's Black the Starr, Jack The Ripper, don't make no mistakes
We keep the stacks risin'
Brainsick Enterprising
Movin' all these phony, fake niggas to the side
We power move makin'
Body shakin'
Cause when your chick see me on the street, you know she ain't fakin'
Lovin' Blacky Starr, oh this freak got a car
Ridin' me around, tryin' to sport a nigga y'all
Tryin' to get her for the doe
I don't think this chick know
Playin' along with the game
A nigga gotta go


Puff your lye
Puff your lye
Mixmaster USA

Mixmaster USA
Droppin' hits in your face
Puff your lye
Puff your lye
Mixmaster USA
Puff your lye
And get paid
Mixmaster USA
Drops hits in your face
Mixmaster USA
Puff your lye
Puff your lye
Mixmaster USA