Level 13 - Marsten House Verse lyrics

Ye ye Tab One, Tab One, whaddup whaddup shout out to all the PA fam, get busy Marsten House shout to every f**ing rapper in the house let's just burn this f**ing mic down know what I'm saying I think I'm owed a stipend for the stifling sh** I'm writing Rifling through what you reciting with a rifle up to your hype men I'm liking being a lycan, you won't like this light skinned Titan Enlighten you with lightning stick your tribesmen with a trident Go on try it, I'm James Bond holding the golden gun plus Wu Tang, Liu Kang, and Bruce Wayne all rolled in one Your run is over, you about to be overrun Ya I know your claims, how you gonna control the game with broken thumbs Poking fun at this f*ggot scene, not too much we haven't seen For the cash and cream, take it in the a**hole, no Vaseline Your whole image is purely a ma**ive scheme You say sh** that's basic can't be cured with Dramamine I mean you sold your soul to be a millionaire And it look like you purchased most of your wardrobe from Build a Bear Smoking mad krill thinking your sk**s compare You a reminiscent of a dying man's will, you ill prepared Already sinking, decapitating every king man When burning and heavy drinking turns into machete swinging Trying to define how I manifest this deadly thinking So you can copy my recipe for success, you Jesse Pinkman It's perjury these verbal murder sprees you learn from me I fathered your style go and check the paternity I certainly burn emcees a**ertively in living color like the Wayans brothers impersonating Vernon Reid Discernibly you're only lusting for cream That's why the topic of discussion is how I'm crushing your team I'm just obscene like nothing you've seen up in the scene All listening call me symbian, I'm a f**ing machine Trying to touch a screen no stylus, But I got no stylist Just a whole lot of soul and Coal as a co-pilot I unload some ultraviolet that's so vibrant It would trap your soul inside it before you close both eyelids Inscribed on old papyrus in cuneiform Using a horn of a unicorn to tell of a mythical beast, In human form You've been warned don't matter who performs I'm a mixture of a super storm, a fusion bomb, and Kublai Khan You done cross the Rubicon, not smart You'll leave with combat scars in a compact car couldn't Dodge Darts Claiming that you too real, and you got heart, like you ill But you fruit filled you little Pop Tart I pop lead at serpents til they drop dead for certain This Sermon is prophetic cuz, God said it's working I don't discriminate just got a hot head that's burning So you need to fix your face like a cosmetic surgeon A lot's been determined that you vermin just can't grasp Made the mad dash left foot prints in the clans that I ran past You on your knees blowing, hoeing for that fast cash And you know better, that's why you pros era no Joey Bada** You stay confused, been a crazy dude since '82 Back when my mom hid anti-psychotics in my baby food Paul George hauled off of a ball court it's breaking news A Youtube page, don't equate to paying dues Been slaying crews leaving scorched earth and burnt sand When I need to fight I lead with my right, you'll learn first hand Without a doubt you'll get earth slammed Hip-Hop needs a mouth to mouth, I ain't talking Weezy and Birdman Word fam you looking for the rawest yet then we gotcha Getting these bars of my chest, I don't need spotters Torture rack ya, I don't let the heat pop you I slaughter rappers cuz my thoughts are blacker than Tariq Trotter So run brother before we come to confront ya And hock some lung bu*ter on you scum s**ing chump busters And you will uncover that I'm like that mushroom from Mario Brothers the way I one up ya Tabs One