E-dubble - Metabars lyrics

[Verse 1] Forty-eight bars to Mars in my pension Never had a problem given my dimensions Only had demensia given how i black out Given how I nard walk bars 'till they tap out Maxed out metabars, Two Tone Rebel sh** Now i put it everywhere, I be going Halilavić I be going hella quick, I be going Ella Fitz Put me in your record store I could sell a hell of it I could sell a pawn to a pawn shop, buy the pawn shops Sell that pawn back to the public, let that pawn rock Buy it back on the cheap, sell that f**ing pawn stock IPO like whoa 'till that f**ing pawn drops Buy it back on the cheap again, cheaper than f**! That f**ing pawn is going deep again, spit out your gum That line graph going step again, twiddle your thumbs I'll turn a pawn to a POB while she's t**ng for none Zero signs for the evil eye keep up your guard Those whew bangers in the back, keeping everyone charged Everything dark, everything grey Everything stays a little less clear than it was in the day That nighttime feeling stealing what we had on the page I'll turn a pen to a weapon when I'm fighting for days --Yeah I'll turn a pen to a weapon when I'm fighting for days [Hook] I said I never knew much, I only knew me I know I have flaws, I know that I bleed I let that beat knock when I'm running on E I let that beat knock when I'm running on E Yo, I got a pen full of ink, a nous on the feed I'm back on the scene, crispy and clean I let that beat knock when I'm running on E I let that beat knock when I'm running on E [Verse 2] Two Tone Rebel sh**, yeah, I say it always Wish I had it back then walking through the hallways Wissahickon High School, shouts to the Trojans Shouts to Quimby Joe, truce I owe them Understood my non-swag-swag like hey! Took me to the side, broke it down like yay! Understood my steez was more than 12th grade And I never really studied to muddy my good name I'm a mo' f**ing Wallace, unpolished on the rocker Used to be awkward now I'm all real proper Like poppa no choppers, Il Postino I'll be the five man cause they rate extremeo My tunes might boom, I'm a Maximor I might go palt-plat like my Maxima With a G4 high you can match the boy An astronaut without any asterisks I'm off again, pain, gain, sweat to win Still put some THC in my oxygen And brush the dirt off with an oxipen And pen these lyrics with a laxative Cause I'm the sh**, swags back, that's the kid It's getting pretty f**ing near when the scales get tipped I said It's pretty f**ing near when the scales get tipped [Hook] I said I never knew much, I only knew me I know I have flaws, I know that I bleed I let that beat knock when I'm running on E I let that beat knock when I'm running on E Yo, I got a pen full of ink, a nous on the feed I'm back on the scene, crispy and clean I let that beat knock when I'm running on E I let that beat knock when I'm running on E