This is a song about "Master splinter"

Master mind my mental

Never wrong at any level

I am a master that mastered these passwords

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Fight the master and leave,

Tina perm your fucking weave

You my master i can be your slave

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes