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Rick Ross - The Devil Is A Lie

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Album: Mastermind
Released: 2013

The Devil Is A Lie Lyrics

Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something
Nigga, let's get this money nigga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
'Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
Fuck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause The Devil Is A Lie

Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tax
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm a lie, the devil is a lie

Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin' on the deep end
Talkin' half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa

Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tax
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm a lie, the devil is a lie

Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction
Is Hova Atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'
That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack shit
White Jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black Jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East coast, winnin that life nigga cheat code
The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shit
See what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on at Barney's like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood now we all win
Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
Gettin white money but I'm still black
All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my life, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya

Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tax
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm a lie, the devil is a lie

Writer/s: ROSS, RICK / WALKER, OMAR / MCNEAL, WILLIE / CARTER, SHAWN / ROGERS, LESHAWN
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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The Devil Is A Lie

This single from Rick Ross' sixth album finds The Miami boss and Jay Z spitting rhymes over Major Seven and K.E. on the Track's horn-laden beat. "We're pushing the envelope once again and it's just one of those records I can't wait to hit the streets," said Ross before the song's release on December 19, 2013. "We went in another direction but it's just one of those records that's gonna speak for itself and everybody's gonna have their opinion of it, but it's most definitely what the streets need."

Jay addresses the Illuminati rumors that have plagued his career on his verse. According to this conspiracy theory, the world is controlled by the Illuminati, which masterminds events and dictates world affairs through governments and corporations with the ultimate aim of a totalitarian, one-world government.

The theory follows that Hova must be among the ranks, since he is so successful and influential. The Roc Nation leader takes umbrage at this accusation, questioning on this song why a black man can't be successful without it being part of a plot.

This was the sixth collaboration between Ross and Jay, which started with "Hustlin'" from Rozay's 2006 debut album Port of Miami. The hook-up was followed by such song's as the Hova and Dre team-up "3 Kings" and "F—WithMeYouKnowIGotIt," off the Roc Nation boss' Magna Carta Holy Grail LP. "Me coming into the game in '06 off of my first single, which caused a big war, at the end of the day, it was the conversations I had with Jay Z that ultimately made me choose Def Jam Records," Ross told MTV News.
"Ever since then I always came to the table with new records to let him check me. From my second album, to my third and fourth, anytime I needed a collaboration, he always made it happen. He's been out of the country [for] some events, I've [called] him last minute and he made it happens. So there's was always been that genuine respect."

Major Seven and K.E.'s horn-based beat samples Gene Williams' 1970 soul single "Don't Let Your Love Fade Away."

Rick Ross - Sanctified

Rick Ross - Sanctified Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Mastermind
Released: 2014

Sanctified Lyrics

There's a few million angels movin' around me
I just worship thee, for all he's done for me
It's a new day, I have been born again
I've been born again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm Sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear to me
Yeah, yeah

OK all I want is 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status

All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status

Niggas be lovin' the old Ye, they sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin'
But when Ali turn up and be Ali, you can't ever take that nigga back to Cassius
So you can gon' and make them lies, but I'm so sanctified
I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a handkerchief
And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus
People sayin', "Ye we need another Yeezus"
Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wilin' out, out"
But who the fuck is you reachin'
Pass me 30 bottles, champagne procession
That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?

Feel his blessings wash away my sins
I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name, oh

All I want is 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status

Keys to my success, I get new keys and new address
Bitches that I date don't get degrees but they can dress
Felatio's amazin', make grilled cheese for you, the best
Major coke figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh
Soldiers all in Al-Qaeda, new Mercades for cadets
Balmain uniform, you know Donda designed the vest
Double M, that be the Army, better yet the Navy
Baby seen me in that Wraith, wanna have my baby
All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Now I want two hundred and menage in my palace
Walkin' out the jeweler with no mothafuckin' balance
Somewhere in Jamaica I'm still holdin' on my chalice
Rims on my Ferrari, my bitch said that I went childish
'Til I fucked the girl, the girl tweeted that I was stylish
When we fucked again, she said "That was just some foul shit"
I walk into the room, you can even hear all the silence

Feel his blessings wash away my sins
I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name, oh

Writer/s: DEAN, MIKE / MCFARLANE, DIJON / WEST, KANYE / ANDERSON, SEAN MICHAEL / ROBERTS, WILLIAM
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
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Sanctified

This Mastermind cut features a verse from Kanye West in which he pokes fun at the public perception that he's too aggressive. The rapper brought along G.O.O.D. Music signee Big Sean to spit the hook. Big Sean put out his verse that didn’t make the song as a free download a couple of days after the release of Mastermind.

DJ Mustard supplied the gospel-laced beat. The producer recalled to Billboard magazine how he got a call to meet West for the first time in a studio in Santa Barbara, California ."I didn't know who's project it was for, I just knew that I was going to get to work with Kanye," he said. "I've been a fan of his for a minute, so I was just kind of soaking up game and watching him do what he does."

That's Soul great Betty Wright singing the intro and bridge. The Miami-based singer-songwriter joined the family Gospel group the Echoes of Joy in 1956 and made her first records for Deep City at the age of thirteen. She won fame in the 1970s with the hits "Clean Up Woman" and "Where Is The Love," winning the 1975 Grammy Award for Best Rhythm & Blues song for the latter.

Wright's songs have been much sampled over the years, but producer Mike Dean confirmed that her contribution on this cut is not borrowed - they got the soul legend to come into the studio and croon some notes.

The song took a long time to complete. Ross recalled to The Sun newspaper: "The chorus started out as a sample. Then we tried a vocalist, then another, then another... In the end, we just said: 'Let's get a real gospel singer to give us that feeling.' I reached out to look beautiful, talented, Betty Wright, who has always been shining in Miami, and she showed some love and it paid off."

Rick Ross - Mafia Music III

Rick Ross - Mafia Music III Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Mastermind
Released: 2014

Mafia Music III Lyrics

My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain’t based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his cousin at 18
A sweet potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
May the powers that be, nigga let me be

We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
Bop, gunshot in the head
Payback is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten killas
What is to be, will be
Only God on earth can kill me
'Cause these fucking streets filthy
And I ain't fucking guilty

Gangsta no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
Guns go off ah suh me say
Murderings in anyway
Gangsta no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
Guns go off ah suh we say
Murderings in anyway

You better not be around, when the sun goes down
And the real real killas, them hunt for you
Ay, it's gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a head

Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem screaming
Entire country every sweet gyal
Ya already know the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be dreaming

Jamaicans make dem know we can't defeat dem (Mo' fire)

Writer/s: BENNETT, KIRK ANDRE / CONSTANTINE, DAVID / HARRELL, ROOSEVELT III / ROBERTS, WILLIAM LEONARD II / DIXON, BOBBY / COLLINS, MIGEL ORLANDO
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Mafia Music III

This Mastermind track finds Ross filled with paranoia. "Looking over my shoulder," he starts, "I can't trust a soul," before later revealing there are guns hidden under his bath towels. "Where I come from," the Miami MC revealed to Billboard magazine, "it's nothing to glorify. I come from Carol City. The city renamed it Miami Gardens. The streets renamed it 'Murder Gardens.'"

'It's something that I've witnessed my whole life," Ross added." I could never accept being murdered. I feel like I would have lost in the game of chess."

This is the third installment of Ross' "Mafia Music" series. "Mafia Music" was a track on 2009's Deeper Than Rap and "Mafia Music II" was recorded and intended to be released on Teflon Don back in 2010, but did not make the final album cut.

The track features the Jamaican Dancehall artists Mavado and Sizzla.

The song was produced by B!nk, who is noted for his work with Roc-A-Fella Records artists, including three tracks on Jay-Z's album, The Blueprint. He also made the Deeper Than Rap bonus cut "Cigar Music."

Rick Ross - Rich Is Gangsta

Rick Ross - Rich Is Gangsta Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Mastermind
Released: 2014

Rich Is Gangsta Lyrics

I just upped my stock, fuck them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots
Your man is priceless, if your man is loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta reach
Please, so I came back with a bigger piece
Nigga please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed on your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot screamin' God's grace
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over

For me moving forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 cent neither, haha

I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claiming I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all fucking relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
Fuck it, we can go to war
Chasing me a hundred million, inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds, welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day
Same one that use
AK's in his heyday
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the ZOES
Worth much more than gold
So what's your goals? All my shit went gold
I remember smoking mid grade
Till I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like it's a fucking mixtape
Till they seen a ghost with
Sitting in the trap blowing thick smoke
Traffic in my
Feds tore apart the squad
That's why I had to play the part
That wasn't me, that was a job
It gets deeper, that was just a start
Screaming in my sleep, I know Lord hear me
Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley

Gangsta, Rich Is Gangsta
This is gangsta
Yeah, rich is gangsta
You know where we came from
Look where we at

Writer/s: MAURICE JORDAN, BYRON KEITH FOREST II, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTS, HAMISH STUART, ALAN EDWARD GORRIE
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Rich Is Gangsta

The song title is a quote that Ross used in his explanation of why he canceled the 2012 Maybach Music Group tour. He said:

"And to me, Rich Is Gangsta. Loyal is gangsta. You understand?
Family is gangsta. If that's not gangsta, I don't wanna be gangsta.
I'm a BOSS."

The song was produced by Black Metaphor, who also made The Game's Jesus Piece cut "Ali Bombaye," a track Ross was featured on.

The song finds Ross rapping about his controversial stint as a prison guard and his motivation of becoming one.

"Feds tore apart the squad, nigga
That's why I had to play the part, nigga
That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga
It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga."

"That particular line most definitely referred to me being a C.O.," Ross explained to RapFix Live host Sway Calloway. "And that being a job and just understanding the grind and the hustle and anything else I may have done. It's just a job, it's a hustle."

Ross told us that his pal, Jabbar, got hit with a 25-year prison sentence on his God Forgives, I Don't track "Pirates." Two years later, Rozay is celebrating his friend's release on this song when he shouts out, "Fresh up out the Fed system, welcome home Jabbar."

Black Metaphor's beat utilizes a sample from Scottish R&B act Average White Band's 1976 tune, "Soul Searching."