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Verse 1: Marchitect I got more 16s than drivers education (uh) More 20s than the fake ID shop More hooks than Kareem Abdul got Yeah, my bars is cold like a gulag You could chill to what I drop but it's hot I gotta laugh, when rappers talk about what I'm not They want to see what I got, want to know what I possess I possess more beats than Pac's ghost that fresh The microphone owner not a microphone loaner Not a beat leaser, plus I got a nice speaker box (uh) My MP holds beats like a sneaker box (yeah) Brighten up half your day like the equinox Verse 2: Jas Mace I got the industry blues I got to deal with A&Rs that keep giving me bad news (uh) I got to work with idiots everyday (uh huh) And got girls hitting my wood like Master Pei Mei (ha) I got more dope lines than a free clinic And more dignity than rappers with gimmicks (uh huh) I got an idea, that I want to share (idea, what) You don't like it, so what I don't care I got a problem with being self-righteous (self righteous) That's right trick, shit I'm always right bitch (ha) I got a sick sense of humor, a sixth sense for culo (say what) And a son that's mulatto Verse 3: Jas Mace I never had the luxury of living without responsibilities (nope) I never listened to these wack emcees (never) I don't be feeling these frauds And can't stand it like a two-legged tripod I don't talk too much (uh huh) Matter of fact, I'm the quiet type your mamma said don't trust (trust) I don't rush can't act in haste And I hate wasting food eat everything on the plate (that's right) Except the red meat cause I don't eat beef And I can't mess with swine, these pigs carry nines (damn right) Never had the time to just relax (never Cause even when I'm sleeping at night I think of raps Verse 4: Marchitect I have not a second to spare, I got no competition (nah) Plus I'm always making moves like I ain't got a pot to piss in I ain't gotta go to prison I don't even have a warrant No hype, no promotion, we gonna rip it like a torrent (uh) Do not have your albums I just never felt the need (nah) I just went to get the weed but I never felt the seed (yeah) I don't have receipt for a pile of fake ice Put out my own records I don't have to play nice (ha) Matter of fact, I don't have to do nothing But not pay taxes, stay fly, and not die So I'm not stressed and I have no fear While you suckers are assed out like Prince's gear, yeah
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- Marchitect
- Jas Mace