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Masta Killa ft. Ol’ Dirty Bastard & The Rza – Old Man

Masta Killa ft. Ol’ Dirty Bastard & The Rza – Old Man

From 2004 Album: “No Said Date”…..

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Elgin Turner (born August 18, 1969, better known as Masta Killa, is an American rapper and member of the Wu-Tang Clan. Though one of the lesser-known members of the group (he was featured on only one track on their 1993 debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)), due to being incarcerated for most of the album’s production, He has been prolific on Clan group albums and solo projects since the mid-1990s, and released his debut album No Said Date in 2004 to positive reviews.

“I never performed until we launched Wu-Tang. That was my first time as an MC. I have history since elementary school doing talent shows. Breaking and shit like that. I was that kind of dude. I loved to pop. That was me. Always doing shit around music. As far as with a mic in my hand, Wu-Tang was the first time. There never was next level for me. It was Wu-Tang and that was it. I never tried to get on. Never looked for any of this, because it was never my vision. I’m kinda like hanging out with GZA, and just stumbled across some shit. Oh word? And I was like, maybe I can do this. When I was young going to clubs, I was just hanging out. I never went in there like I was trying to be an MC. I never tried to get a record deal, or pass out tapes. It’s just been Wu-Tang and I’m here.”

Born in Brooklyn, New York, Masta Killa was the last member to join the Wu-Tang Clan; consequently he did not appear on the group’s debut single “Protect Ya Neck”. He was also the only member who was not a rapper at the time of the group’s formation. He was extensively mentored by the GZA during his early days with the group, evident in the similar flow they both employ. He derived his rap name from the 1978 kung fu film Shaolin Master Killer, (Shao Lin san shi liu fang). Masta only appeared on one track on the Wu-Tang Clan’s first album, through his only verse on the album, the closing verse to “Da Mystery of Chessboxin”. Masta only narrowly made the track, and was almost left off in favor of Killah Priest. In fact, on the No Said Date DVD, Killah Priest claims that he and Masta Killa were in competition for the spot on “Da Mystery of Chessboxin'”, and while Killah Priest fell asleep, Masta Killa stayed up all night writing and Killah Priest woke up the next morning to Masta Killa’s verse. Since he was a developing rapper at the time Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) was being written, his verse in “Da Mystery of Chessboxin” was the only one that could hold up with the other, more experienced Wu-Tang members.

During the first round of solo projects, he made several appearances on tracks now considered Wu-Tang classics, such as “Winter Warz”, “Duel of the Iron Mic”, and “Glaciers of Ice”. His flow at the time attracted attention for being very slow and laid-back, in contrast to the more manic, forceful styles of members like Inspectah Deck and Ghostface Killah. Masta Killa is also the Clansman fondest of Chinese martial arts imagery. In 1997 (1997 in music), the Wu-Tang Clan’s second album Wu-Tang Forever saw Masta become a mainstay in the group’s line-up with regular appearances throughout the double album.

Masta Killa was the last member to release a solo project, after it was delayed for several years and finally released in June 2004 with the title No Said Date; critically acclaimed, it became independent label Nature Sounds’ best-selling album, notable for featuring every core member of the Wu-Tang Clan on the album after a period in the group’s history that lacked unity. His second album, Made in Brooklyn, was released in August 8, 2006, and includes production from Pete Rock and MF Doom. “Ringing Bells”, the Bronze Nazareth-produced lead single from the album, was released in March 2006. Also in 2006, Masta Killa became the latest in a succession of hip hop artists to endorse PETA, also participating in an advertisement for the organization and is also a vegetarian.

In September of 2009, news surfaced of a planned Masta Killa album with production from PF Cuttin. It is entitled Loyalty is Royalty, and the first single “Things Just Ain’t the Same” was released to the internet

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  1. I got this at the record store. I heard the book store is going out of business too.

    No firearms!
    You got alarms to pull the Glock and pop them then shot your friend too
    What this trap bitch gone do?
    I screw in the lid on the jar of bud to pull up in the car
    All you went was far away from par so you slay
    Murder delayed by further display of venom
    Left in denim they relax and intend to kill
    Raps rhyme bill until the wielding the weapon get to threaten them back in
    The gun claps and
    The spent blood soaked provoked coated robber with a job that hurts
    Kids slobber on their shirts
    I go to work and perk up the dirty stuff I heard of keys rough
    But you all enough to act tough
    I’m sick of the game with the gold chains
    All I got is blown out brains from dice games

    Blanket to mark it up
    All we got is darken shots
    Murder plots on hot streets
    Clock a block dreaming of the next day cream gleaming
    Around the neck and wrist freezing
    Breezing Gs in the lean on the lead glowing head
    Dice up meds
    I slice some bread and come for the head
    Got the Feds screwed with lead bruise
    The edge sharp and you lose choose to flew it’s the rule
    My crew do unto you out of the blue
    My Gong Fu is for the stew
    In this knew know fluid flow
    From head to toe dust this patrol that roll
    I said in the cut dead and bloody with the nuts
    I roll struts
    Guts twisted
    Rap kids missed it and twisted tied
    Flip flow flied the eye about to cry and get high
    You can’t deny the drug game plug thug with aim
    Murder is all I exclaim

    A whirlwind with weapons
    Stepping deflecting connecting
    I check in the system to fix this
    Dis kids who pick up gats flip their hats
    And jack cats with a weak stance
    Take no chance brave advance
    I got a lance and double sword
    Awarded the source with fifty
    I need to hit with heat
    Complete my each seat is a clone
    All out alone at night
    Never scared beware kids who dare come to jack
    Smoke a fat sack rewind with crack
    Service facts to swerve this hat
    Roll through traps
    Zap attack a splat the head
    Leathers laid dead
    Feather light sprayed with blood
    Release the muddy waters off slaughters
    I caught the order to sort it out
    Short mode doubt a murder route

    They hadn’t smoked cannabis
    And pulled the gats hopped chain link fence
    You could tell the difference in head
    I did a lot of meth and it’s a death trip
    Adrenaline rip through the frame hit crews all they aim in the stews
    I brews up a good fertilizer for my Ganja to rise and become the Trees
    Fully
    I don’t bully or get bullied
    I’m a fair man
    Don’t plan to scan the brain in every lane but this thug shit I can explain
    All kids was wanna be gangsta thugs on drugs
    They shot the slugs from the cannons
    And blammed something
    For fronting you get nothing more than what you came for
    Carnage and Gore is from the spot
    The pot spot served game in flame not with the same name
    I came to maintain this head always think Sativa to be a G one day
    On a killing spree most ain’t shopping to stopping thinking with lights blinking
    In and out no doubt the word of mouth
    I got a Ganja route that no one fucks with
    I bucks bitch
    Out the toe of the sneakers to scare them I flow in the air then
    My fists light up tricks
    It ain’t no trick and don’t try to copy it from me
    I live peacefully

    You don’t kick back and smoke crack
    You max an axe split rhyme backs like mind fist stacks unkind relax
    Pull jacks out the spine
    Wine and dine
    Release mind
    Dough rush
    Cold crush suffer such as the suggestion
    No question
    You relief lesson is incomplete
    Until you jump out your seat and repeat over and over
    Four leaf clover nice to know yah
    Real crack is rare
    It costs so much scares politicians in a hush to bum rush
    Us and them max mice and men
    Tax twice as they spend to end it
    At the dentist you wax tremendous
    Got your entrance fee into key with ski
    I practice blades and smoke weed
    A crack hit bit knacks off shit to tracks split backs again
    I Mac with the ends so friendly
    I spend heat on a gun for fun so sweet weighs a ton
    Spun number one to high strung but begun to become unwound sound bound
    Nouns and verbs subject predicate rent out bent now and always until the end
    Make crack your best friend?
    Or smoke Ganja I can’t decide either!

    A Soldier of Fortune
    Catch a portion of tortured slow reappropriating
    Soak your Satan in the make ends meet
    Greet a seat with complete competitive
    Letter sent to a friend bent his entrance to intend to flew
    I grew Ganja and Meth
    Now I take ten steps back hack up a sack of Herb toked
    Smoked it to cope with the broken bits?
    Nope a soldier fix this like a dish of soap for your mouth
    Down South you heard about the clout they shout out
    I run a route and serve a fool no doubt
    Lost his cool murder tool a cruel World
    Yes it turns burns and everyone learns about life
    I took a knife and stuck it in this ice pick
    Ice trick thick with twitch a cinch to sell to the rebels
    The devil played his hand in several of my brand
    I got a brain scan and it said I remained man
    After torture I scorch your burn churn the seas
    Spread disease smoke some trees sure thing and I breeze
    In an out of the cheese I like it talking to psychic stalking
    Walking Gs is chalking freeze and you copping more Methamphetamine
    I just gleam my mic beam on the hype with the steam engine
    Sendin’ a message to all left back hefty sack of Ganja
    You need this bomb on your armchair to alarm fair
    On the stop and stare I’m deadly from Ganja so Beware
    Plus Psilocybin I roll inside the mind live and strive to understand the plan

    I am so fantastic at martial arts
    I am drastic
    And pull the Plastic Glock
    On Meth to talk that from the chest I stalk
    I cold hawk Ganja shreds to death
    Clip in except I listen to the steps
    I rest your head on the concrete bed
    White sheet your ass
    Then let’s see you talk
    I cold rock the spot
    With the LSD Microdot I’m hot
    I got the Watch that says
    What time it is
    I’m with Women and Children
    So you get killed in this
    For real keep your distance
    I trip
    Switch a four fifth?
    Hell no
    I got the Four Four
    Let’s go to War
    Settle the score
    I Gangs to the Core
    You could snore through clips rip
    Just what your brains drip
    Take a sip of the mixture

  2. I’m sure Masta Killa doesn’t care at all about being underrated, he knows he goes unseen because he’s a fckn ninja and he completes his missions regardless

  3. I made a Top 10 Ol Dirty Bastard Verses video, if you wanna check it out 🙂 wait… This just in: Police are reporting that there's a man on top of the skyscraper ready to jump. I'm told that he's possibly Ol' Dirty, a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. The police suspect that there could be some connection between this old dirty man and the killer bees.

  4. Black people get on the white people with dreads calling out cultural appropriation while the Japanese people kept their mouth shut when a bunch of black people stole their style

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