Marcus Yates - Yates lyrics

Ever since my cradle date, on my prenatal state I was blessed with the gift to disable hate With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up Wishin' they'd slow the god up But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin' They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product b**h I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy Dick ya wifey, this for Ike Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly Step inside the surface of Strange or simply sight-see Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie's Gates Molly's great, tall estate, y'all debate, n***a, call me Yates [Chorus: Marcus Yates] It's no challenge, It's no challenge at all When you up the ball against the low average The low average, k**in' 'em, Toetag 'em I'ma let you be great though [x3] But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates Lately I've been like f** rap What? Did he say "f** rap"? Oh no no, Imma write in bold and plus caps fu*k RAP Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness Flush that sh** Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns And not in a good way You can drown underground with the pounds When they gust that sh** Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though Let the soul glow, mojo n***as Pillowcase, over the head of the industry Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the way of my energy I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make Then play your records until you break radio Ain't nothing but real estate Is still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake But them ill is great and ain't no iller ape that can k** a Yates [Chorus] [Marcus Yates] I can keep my hand, while everybody else losin' theirs No Marcus, I told you, don't start this debate I'm all arsenal friend, We the medians like, you feedin' me in Tired of bein' with the intermediate Faded on bullsh**, control the whole medium I done ran inside my meniscus I done out-rapped everybody Christmas So why in the hell would I fail? If I do, I'm just being [?] Front line level, untamed, unchained After all this sh**, I remain on lane, loser And that's what yo a** get for hittin' that snoozer My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked So my verses hurts when they send me to k** 'em I'm like Biblin' n***as, keepin' it blacker than power rangers But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free s**er No reachin' no knee deep into mine Like a comprehension of lines Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard [?] Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin' And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience