June Marx - Counter Culture lyrics

Verse 1 Back to the rugged, back to the ratchets and muskets These ba*tards are crabs in a bucket Tracks get constructed, tight like we strapped with a budget Magnums,cannons clutch it, hammers erupted Cash get deducted, damaging the structure Marxman, c4 packets in the muffler Panic when I puncture, bar for bar spoken Art of war, left you in the corridor broken All the broads open, Vicki draws soaking Clear the route quickly, air him out smoke him Appear like an omen, know your fam heard of me Plan formed perfectly, expand foreign currency I scan where the serpents be, men attempting burglary Send them to emergency, left their denim burgundy Netherlands to Germany, weapons cause static Flesh torn like fabric, my essence holographic Chorus: The industry investing in artists, excessive while The rest of them starving I don't respect that garbage My message is their records are horrid, they dress them in expensive garments I don't respect that garbage The industry investing in artists, excessive while the rest Of them starving I don't respect that garbage I'm a rep my sector regardless, Marxman the rest of them targets 2x Verse 2 I've returned from my hiatus, hi haters Always trying to bother the dude like wild neighbors Silence the traitors, f** your disguised favors I'm in Brooklyn like bodegas and now or laters Want a thousand acres, your cursed when you hear the growl Peers are foul, trying to reverse engineer the style Clear and loud, dispelling the mystic Slept with the wicked Jezebels in the district Knelt and they kissed it, everything exquisite From they nails to their lipstick tail, when they visit Hailed as a misfit, smoking to provoke the thoughts Focused force, and it opens like a Trojan horse Foes get tossed, and left them with a swollen lip Broken ribs, and jetted in a stolen whip So legit, they are frauds when its all revealed Marxman, f** your recording deal Chorus