Timbo King - Tell Mary lyrics

[Intro: Christbearer] Yo, yo... yo - yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Christbearer] Meet God in the marquete design In Toshibi odd squad, G, it's eighth and poverty With me, I hone this art, set it off like Napoleon Bonaparte By boarding Noah's Arc, I spit too rough breaking down buildings And pounds off them come arounds, like Bob Dylan's Christbearer, put the D in dope A west side rider on the boat kaleidoscope Loc', play p**y, get f**ed I had to put my chuck out yo' a** Off the deeply covered gash At last, Christbearer, came coming So nice, he left the microphone humming For the guy, the had to summon I take over like big bad weather And formulate a style like art leak leather Christbearer in the five line sequel Where it's bout what you know, so f** what you think I'm writing rhymes, cuz I gotta get paid Although every single line I concoct I drop a J Off the top, I cannot be stopped Lacing bar after bar, after bar, with a paradot Who getting money? Who off the chain? Who taught us, holster gun, you with a name One of the most gallantly grave, the radio wave Of crystal praise phrase, in the time flashed day, Christbearer [Chorus 2X: Christbearer] Tell Mary not to weep, and Martha not to moan David k**ed Goliath with a stone Samson grew his hair back and made a pillar crack On me, Christ walked on the LBC [Timbo King] Yo, I use fighting words, the type of words, to start riots with Guns fired quick, right by your click, son, tie ya sh** Nickel plated, triple seven rated, heaven made it Smoked a burning bush, all love elevated, yo Big fish, eat little fish, yo King Pisces I'm spitting bonton chips, Italian icies Corner style, green garbage can, blue mailbox You sell rocks, we got marbles, designer goggles Royal blood, thicker than water, I'm dickin' yo daughter Old man, make her queen, then send her back to the old lands West days, you f**ing West 24th and Broadway f** her in a hallway, who wanna rhyme, I work it back The flies up, here's five, what, yo, 3-0-9 [Chorus 2X] [Meko the Pharaoh] b**hes on my dick like I'm Elian Meko the man of a mill-ion Platinum filter sh** that generates buildings Been on the land for trillions Long Beach native, hate if you wanta Tell Roger City, have ya girl come and warn ya Cuz, ain't no rhyme like the one I got We smoke pot, blow spots, then close ya shop Then I make you get trained, cuz life ain't a game I told my brother Ryan, the same damn thang Now we bang the truth, knocking lying n***as down to the roof Watching Northstar bear fruit Earthquake thoughts, I talk, nobody move It's kinda f**ed up how the world's being ruled A light that shines and never go out You cowards burnt out, and been turned out I switchblade n***as that choose to be rude Long Beach dude, your language been used, Northstar [Chorus 2X]