VERSE ONE
Spit it raw/It be the Marvolus, literature
In the mix like chimichangas, it's a spark
Keep it lit, for you get ya city conquered
By the sh** he conjured, this verse great
Kilt game since first grade
It's my world to take, leave it to the man
Squirrel face/no concurs bad fur-day
Instead, a steady A firm frame
When I rap, only genius interpret me
Groundbreaking data
Make the earth shake like meteor craters
Eatin the fakers outta the equation, cold cadences
Freeze the equator, for those who throw vapors like biz Markie [Uh Please]
Get a hobby, for I hop on beat and roast you harder than Arby's Sandwich, and I'll be damned if...
You can scratch this like lottery ticks
Star spangled banner
Marv made another banger like National Anthem
Danker to ya banker, sh** on the janitors shift
f** a handkerchief, only God can handle this
[And His Mis-Chief, uh ya missed this, it's the misfit
W. the Illest Vision]