MadGic - Mars Only Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro] Damn, I hate writing a rap and then memorizing the whole sh*t and then Just taking a shower and then you forget Uh, ayo [Verse 1] Break fast like a gat blast It's half passed, time to get rid of the trash Don't do it for the cash I'm writing beats while I'm whippin' the BM sh*t that make you throw up your hands like 12PM Youngins on the come up, yeah I see 'em I'm the old head now, uncle at the barbeque like "Go 'head now!" We ain't stuck in the past We living in the moment trying to make it last like a photograph All the way from Maryland to Malibu, this rap sh*t will humble you Thеn balance you, challenge you Ayy, chеck it, ayy I used to think it was bad bitties and big chains Looking up to Yeezy realizing that was his thing (Yeezy, ni**a?) But then again I was never one for the big brain Dilla-dolla bill, presidential on my wrist, mane Yoga flip flame fu*k what everybody doing, right here I'm with this thing You got cars, homie? You got bars, homie? This is out of this world, this is Mars only Yo, ayo Not too many can do what I do I'm the rap ba*tard My style been perfected and mastered Get mad and get pestered With Doc. D getting plastered Lyrically, I'm Skywalker if he ever went to the dark side I got gas like Far Cry, R.I.P It's the M-A-D to the G-I-C Logic and Madlib is MadGic, your catalogue tragic fu*k a underground, fu*k a pop sound Made this whole album in a lockdown, hip hop is our town Hairline like Doc Brown but I'm killin' it Madvillainous, fu*k a review we make it for the people who feeling this Fifteen years, yeah, we still in this Yo, ayo Broke in the pop game and they say I sold out Okay, no doubt, goal for the window of any business a sold-out sign For making it independently, I'm the outline You could never out-rhyme, outshine 'Bout time that I got the recognition They love you when you ain't got no pot to piss in Shut the fu*k up and listen Yeah I was here and then they ditch him I retire, then they miss him I come back, and then they b*tchin' like "Ah!" [Break] Yes, this is so You know what it is? I've never rapped like this before, and it's actually hard It is actually a challenge, bro And that's what fu*kin' music is about And that's what hip-hop is about Matter fact, save this ni**a Put it in the hook, here we go [Verse 2] Yo, ayo This is lyrics when you hear them Bow down and revere it ain't no need to fear it 'less your sh*t is wack Got nothing but bars, word to Bourbon Street, hard as concrete Take a scalpel to your ankles just to show you defeat Let it register, then peep the receipts You sow what you reap A lyrical freak, far from my peak And the word on the street, I bring the heat I can't lie to you I'm here to body you, to hit the motherfu*kin' rendezvous Check, sh*t is god level The revel, nobody can rebel I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fu*kin' pebble Presidential with the vessel, never one to embezzle My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess Peep the success, b*tch I'm in the middle of little Italy Literally no way you could never get rid of me 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fu*king garbage Now I'm on top and you talking sh*t, hell nah b*tch You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it I'll rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it Leave these pussies castrated, and faces exacerbated Spend all day talking about me, you fascinated I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your a**hole and kill you with 'em I'm sicker than venom, I'll murder you like OGs in prison Do to child molesters and rapists of women I'm a beat shark that grew legs and evolved from swimming You know I started from the bottom, flows I got 'em Bars, I got 'em, yeah you know I fu*kin' got 'em Leaving you stuttering to g-g-get sh*t out like Joe Biden Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d City sh*t This that gritty sh*t, Brooklyn Nine-Five, New York City sh*t You can hate me now, P. Diddy sh*t I started from the bottom, yeah I really did And everything they say is true when you get really big $500,000 for a gig, that's why I bought a Charizard for a quarter mil' Hip-Hop Twitter mad, fu*k how you feel