Roger Marlow - An Introduction of Sorts lyrics

[Intro: Lucas Tubbs] Well welcome back to the show everybody! Today we've got a rising star in the rap world He, he's come in with this huge announcement for the 14th The Valentines Day with the kids and the love and whatnot So, mister rap star Who are you? [Verse 1: Roger Marlow] Let me introduce myself I'm Captain Rog That's an R with an O-G If you're from the A-R probably know me Or at least someone that does I've got homies From the Fort in the west to Tennessee Cause I'm a legend singing Throw-down hymns Or up on stage spelling acronyms T-I-T-T, you know the rest Something I wish more of our politicians possessed Speaking of politics, this is my conquest State's first son was Clinton, guess who's next That's right it's me so at least look impressed I mean, God Half the state's named after me From the Northwest to your city's streets R-O-G-E-R is what you'll see so please Twenty fourteen welcome to the reign of me [Break 1: Lucas Tubbs, Roger Marlow] L - "The reign of you? Are you a Prince or, a king or something?" R - "Something like that, some might call me A messiah." L - "A messiah! Like that Yeezus fella I talked to?" R - "Well kinda. I do got prophets and profits." L - "Ohhh haha you so funny!" [Verse 2: Roger Marlow] I made this Track myself so I can track myself Plus mad props for a mic from my homie L He's so ill, k**in' tracks like Ye It's hard to believe he's only half his age And I say, if he's following Mr. West's percussion That makes me Jay, end of discussion And I'm watching, so y'all pa** me the throne The young R-O-G turned into crown prince HOV And I'm, continuing the dynasty So if you guys ain't with me than you better get behind-a me [Break 2: Lucas Tubbs, Roger Marlow] L - "Oh, oh, dear lawdie Those were two very good verses son," R - "Thank you." L - "Now, let me just ask Who you got coming in for this third verse? Who's gonna bring the show down?" R - "Well, let me show you Hit it." [Verse 3: Roger Marlow] This is where I'd pa** the mic To Kendrick Lamar Andre or Em, rap superstars But I barely got the cash to move my own wheels How am I supposed to pay that kind of big name bills And anyway why would I cause I've got my own sk** They homegrown talent don't need a box of pills On my own level nothing y'all can steal And while some of y'all don't listen I know the rest will So if you want to join the best I'm still In the beatlab bedroom can't afford no thrills Driving hand-me-down hybrids can't afford new wheels [Verse 4: Roger Marlow] So I'm Swerving silently yelling at what's inside of me Wondering and wishing I knew what was right for me Imagining k**ing stages rap battling they fighting me When I'm winning from New York to LA they flying me Cameras flashing my eyes hurt asking who inspired me And I guess that fame hurts or else Kanye lied to me But none of that exists or matters cause it's just the mic And me [Outro: Lucas Tubbs} L - "Oh, you heard it here first folks! The beautiful Captain R-O-G!"