Jacob Price - I'm Not Marshall lyrics

[Hook] I'm not Marshall Mathers. I'm just a regular guy But I still went and made an album I made a few beats but I know that I'd be dope without one So if you wanna run your mouth Then lemme see what you got for me to outrun [Verse 1] What does it take to get fantastic track 7 years of producing and writing rap This is how we afford it and tighten slack Keep it movin' make it better like it's crack Bakin' soda mix it up and get it to master We got the product you envy and that you're after Bout to get a caldecott with only a chapter Children sayin' I paint it gold like it's laughter Sittin' up in the rafters lookin at all the ba*tard Kids that don't got a grasp on how to make up a cla**ic Sheeeit. I ain't sure they're ever gonna get it When the clock strikes 12 cinderella gonna spit it All of you mice men, listen up You're ridin' on a pumpkin, not a truck You think you're onto somethin', but you s** And I bet you're bummin' cause I have been summoned Now look at us [Hook] I'm not Marshall Mathers. I'm just a regular guy But I still went and made an album I made a few beats but I know that I'd be dope without one So if you wanna run your mouth Then lemme see what you got for me to outrun [Verse 2] Go head and make fun of me if you wanna I gotta feelin' that while you're laughin' That's when it's gonna creep up on ya This n***a know that he's golden And what he's holdin onto Like the price of gold If you hold it long enough it gets brought up Little itty bitty red hen He always up in the kitchen spittin' gettin it in So you can take your digits and kick a stick And prentend that you don't get why He took all the sh** that wouldn't have been if he Wouldn't of thought to keep you out in rain You dumb sh**. Tell me I'm not talented again I don't quit. Meanin' I take a break in the summer I'ma teach you motherf**ers just who you need to make fun of Look in the looking gla** See the son of an a** that thought he could ever pa** For somebody that can rap. How dare you! How could you lie to yourself like that? I don't think it fair and I don't think it's healthy cause [Hook] I'm not Marshall Mathers. I'm just a regular guy But I still went and made an album I made a few beats but I know that I'd be dope without one So if you wanna run your mouth Then lemme see what you got for me to outrun [Verse 3] f** Hip hop. Forget the 16's Look at your wrist watch. Time to forget me Forget the back beat. Space the ba** and snare All rappin' is just a waste of air All of the clappin' is been fake To spare me of shame and humiliation Rarely do you see a real fan of Caucasian rappers Cause all of em sound like vanilla cake. No crappin But, I believe I'm raisin' the stakes And I challenge for anybody with a mic And a melody to balance upon triple beam Weigh up the talent of you and I see how it compare Together when it's lookin eye to eye Look at my talons. See the beak of eagle As it swoops down to k** a couple beatles And then you can here the sound of a Record hittin' a needle and after it's all done I leave you fiendin' for the sequel [Hook] I'm not Marshall Mathers. I'm just a regular guy But I still went and made an album I made a few beats but I know that I'd be dope without one So if you wanna run your mouth Then lemme see what you got for me to outrun