Action Bronson - M.A.R.S. lyrics

[Verse 1: Cormega] Even the hardest rhymers know I got desire and heart Like John Starks when "The Dunk" had the Garden Wilding, triumph was short-lived But the moment is timeless Words hold weight like consignment, never break your silence If you face indictment, take it like a man A thousand d**hs is a lot of sweat Satan's fire rages like the 80's Tyson blazin souls of those that say we came from science Ain't as wise as they like us to believe, think about it What made us conscious? A greater power gave us all the gift of life Be grateful for it before the creator calls you Witnessing a great performance, I ain't conforming I crush those who want it then weigh the powder of they persona On the highest scale of rhyming they've encountered A peak harder to reach than Himalayan mountains People say I'm calmer, I consider it evolving I'm sick of facing charges And my mental game is stronger [Verse 2: Action Bronson] As rain falls on my executive trench With the waist belt Base dealt make your face melt Toast to fortune, diamonds in the coffin Pinky extended, getting twisted like a blender Grown man rap, grown man pockets Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore You like a scungill', peel when you see steel Me, I'll squeeze it til it's empty, then I refill We sitting, playing gin rummy Chips of hash like the Rock of Gibraltar Cop my pops a Porsche Gun metal with the rocket launcher You getting wetter when I pop it off I got b**hes making salsa sauce with they blouses off Shorty shoot the gun soft like a mouse's cough Four hundred dollars what it cost for an ounce of broth Collect the paper, then I'm bouncing off That's me [Verse 3 - Roc Marciano] As I mastermind, craft rhymes made of h**n Head nod, lines on a higher echelon With fly epilogue, Gore-tex belt checker Bought three Hecklers, the sun gleam on my complexion Completion, eclectic in fleeces Expensive oils and greases, slacks with the creases Black Jesus in Moncler geeses, sample cheeses Antique hammer squeezing My grammar like ham, sh** is seasoned b**hes from Greek to Polynesian Wallabeein' out in Sweden While I be out for green like a vegan Stay thorough, decorated in metal Chain yellow, grape flavor cigarellos Days are mellow, Good fellows put change on your sombrero Slugs out the gun bellow, hit the falsetto I twist chickens in the six-inch stilettos [Verse 4 - Saigon] Use the elbow to split your wig Male chauvinistic pig f** a n***a b**h like ol' Kells did to Mr. Bigg But I don't keep it on the low, I blow the sh** up If he show up at my crib, that old f**er get cut n***a, I throw a left hook at your grandpop While Chef Action Bronson cook up them lamb chop After that, we gonna eat a rapper for dessert Mega got the blood of emcees on a napkin in his shirt You're acting like you're berserk n***a, that'll get you hurt Dragged all over the floor, be a tragedy for sure They thought I might have fell off, so I had to get to work Show em how it goes down When I put the pronouns and them adjectives to work Ah, n***as get murked The perk? I think I'm blessed cause I'm eye-seeing them Roc Mars said it's cause I got bars and I'm nicer than them They all right, I ain't as biased as him Nah, I'm lying; them n***as drier than psoriasis skin Lyrically, I'm a messiah to them Sing em a rockabye It's gonna be Mega Action happening when you Roc with Sai That's M.A.R.S., motherf**er, and I'm not gone lie Hip-Hop is something we came to occupy Tell em why