Greg G-Ball Magers - The Warrior, the Philosopher, the Rebel lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame] You already know what I'ma do Push your hairline back more further than what Akon's barber do Spit in your face like a llama do And leave your grill smoking like a barbecue I'll eat your food like Dahmer do Be thy name who art in heaven like our father do This is the marksman's chronicle I call a jacka** quicker than Obama do My features bang like my LP sh** Just need a label that can sell these chips No counterfeit Gucci, no LV sh** That boy Fame peep the truth, can't tell me sh** For the dinero I bring the heat like DeNiro Across seas, n***as play me in Nero Let it bang, let it bump It's the marksman regime know what I mean Throw it up, what's up f** rap, hip hop put me on top No question I send your a** back right to the essence Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science Then I react like a convict and start k**ing sh** [Verse 2: Cormega] Lyrical ability has given me something to strive for Via rhyming I'm providing for my children's needs And enlightening industries within it be It's really deep how a pen can potentially Prepare you to fulfill your dreams Are achievable there is no need to envy me If you're a winner mentally you're capable of many things I'm a man of integrity when you look at my legacy You'll see consistency, sk** and longetivity I went from shooting to aiming for positivity I k** a mic religiously, since a teen I was dealing because fame was still a dream Reality was it for me I see so many die, I'm trying to live in peace They be continually existing well physically God MCs know I will give them Hell lyrically I'm a nightmare to anyone who still asleep Wake up and apologize, I been elite f** rap, hip hop put me on top No question I send your a** back right to the essence Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science Then I react like a convict and start k**ing sh** [Verse 3: k**er Mike] I'm on my bullsh** game in the middle of the party With a pretty young b**h and a bottle of Bacardi And a lung full of smoke and a pocket full of molly If a n***a try and try me I'm like good god almighty I'm a pull out a piece, straight shoot through everybody And the bullet quick whip kickflip into an ollie Left 'em leaking on the ground and cleared out the party Yeah I did the hammer time then I dip like Shine No time to say sorry and deal me the pardon Bang bang bang and I'm headed to the back door Friends in the Benz so I'm sitting behind the 'lac though Paid in the Escalade cause I got the sac ho Might pull an [?] let's leave the sax ho Freak did two chicks look like Satchmo No h*mo promo I'm just trying to spit certain facts though Money make a [?] change a [?] in the breeze So a ho and every brother probably f**ing with me I got Melissa in Manhattan, Staten Island and these Anita Applebum in Brooklyn and Quanda in Queens Could be the other way around I'm so high on the weed That I don't know if I'm in Santos or S.O.B.'s And either way I'm getting faded in NYC Like a Dominican barber got the clippers on me f** rap, hip hop put me on top No question I send your a** back right to the essence Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science Then I react like a convict and start k**ing sh**