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Marcus D
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Back To The Roots
Ahhhh, put the top back, ahhhh put the top back
Just mackin on the hoes, shut up b*tch, f*ck out my car, before I hit you with a piano--I'm just playin
Diamonds are forever but my rhyming is forever
Reaching my efforts is like climbing Mt. Everest
Got perfect timing like the President, present and past
And it can't be measured in cash
Try testing me and you'll get pressed like pheasant under glass
And you don't even measure in my weight class
Run up in your shit with the president's mask on
Just like Dead Presidents, that settles it
Where's the medicine, there's no prescription
For the sickness you feel the affliction
Musical addiction have you coming back
Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics
Beyond the limits, past the speed of light
Thought processing don't even need a mic
I just let it go, some have said it's soul
Some have said it's funk, I said it ain't no punk
You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter
If you wanna live to see the description
Of your own vision
It's in your grasp all you gotta do is learn to adapt
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I was rollin down the strip a dip in my Chassi
Her lips was nasty,
she doing what you can't see
In the backseat of the taxi
I paid my fare, yea she waited there
In the Bay Area where we hating squares
Like boxes of Cheerio's comparing X's and O's
I perfected the soul movement, glow inducing
Leaving room for improvement
Believe in yours and you can do it
Using the best of your abilities, Latin capabilities
Stretched to capacity
That'll be the day when the legal fakes see me scrape
Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit
Around the Earth in a vortex
Don't take the subject out the context, don't teach the public this nonsense
We should be beyond this
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