[Verse 1: MarsRaps]
100 million miles on the track
Never looking back
Johnny Cash black on black
With a little splash
Of kim-chi-red
That get's stuck in ya head
So they dread my thread
Like the needle of a pen
That I win with when pretend
Meets daily lately
People say amazing
Grace sufficient
When mine isn't
So I'm on my knees just praying, Lord!
Shut the doors
That only wanna taint me, fame me
Twist, slash paint me
All these color shades that ain't me
Now let's aim to shape me
Make me hit my marker
Farther, farther Mars bars
Let us barter
Say it plain
Why don't we exchange
Thoughts I'mma give you range
Share with you brain
Far from the maindain
"Gotta maintain that gang thang"
Kiddy kiddy lame games
Spilling more I implore
Strength to endure and explore
The limits of what lies in store
For diligent
Militant mindset
Disciplined
Are Kings I'm told therefore
I listen--can't ignore--as wages war
Substance, but let's try to watch our swine's pearls
Little bit choppy like Lupe
Conjunctively
I will not dumb this down
But I frown
To all these radio sounds
Let me break it down
Switch context - BLAH - Call me rude boy!
Cause life ain't a game
And some of us have seen pain
And some of us have experienced rain
Ayo I'm tired of hip hop being about the same lame things
We are what we make it
And I ain't here for friends
Half of yall yell gangsta!
Most of yall pretend
Sex sells, aids spread, money talks, people shot
Decade and a half and we still ain't learned from 2Pac!
Get out my face if you all about your word play
Jail time or payday
Though I'm sure they'll quickly say
That "Mars is living comfortable"
Fighting over lunchables
Close your eyes
And feel the time
Dissipate
Reciprocate
The vapors
Call me rude boy but do yourself a favor
Hip hop, put ya clothes back on!
I'm tired of hearing "sex songs."
100 million miles on the track
Never looking back
Johnny Cash black on black
With a little splash
Of kim-chi-red
That get's stuck in ya head
So they dread my thread
Like the needle of a pen
That I win with when pretend
Meets daily lately
People say amazing
Grace sufficient
When mine isn't
So I'm on my knees just praying, Lord!
Shut the doors
That only wanna taint me, fame me
Twist, slash paint me
All these color shades that ain't me
Now let's aim to shape me
Make me hit my marker
Farther, farther Mars bars
Let us barter
Say it plain
Why don't we exchange
Thoughts I'mma give you range
Share with you brain
Far from the maindain
"Gotta maintain that gang thang"
Kiddy kiddy lame games
Spilling more I implore
Strength to endure and explore
The limits of what lies in store
For diligent
Militant mindset
Disciplined
Are Kings I'm told therefore
I listen--can't ignore--as wages war
Substance, but let's try to watch our swine's pearls
Little bit choppy like Lupe
Conjunctively
I will not dumb this down
But I frown
To all these radio sounds
Let me break it down
Switch context - BLAH - Call me rude boy!
Cause life ain't a game
And some of us have seen pain
And some of us have experienced rain
Ayo I'm tired of hip hop being about the same lame things
We are what we make it
And I ain't here for friends
Half of yall yell gangsta!
Most of yall pretend
Sex sells, aids spread, money talks, people shot
Decade and a half and we still ain't learned from 2Pac!
Get out my face if you all about your word play
Jail time or payday
Though I'm sure they'll quickly say
That "Mars is living comfortable"
Fighting over lunchables
Close your eyes
And feel the time
Dissipate
Reciprocate
The vapors
Call me rude boy but do yourself a favor
Hip hop, put ya clothes back on!
I'm tired of hearing "sex songs."
( MarsRaps )
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