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• Artiste: Marqus Clae
• Titre: Ox & Buns
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Yo-yo Book bag This shit gotta be in you, not on you, my nigga True Which motherfucker wanna ramp with me? I'll leave your bloodclaat body lyin' flat on the street Silly rabbit, take your cap, peel it backwards, back to back Joe Pesci, flow deadly, roll the wood and pass the MAC Since the earliest age, I had the burliest rage My mama had me in the plug house with birds of the 'caine, boy These niggas have changed, boy, the game is in shambles All these Twitter bird words and fuckin' Instagram handles Fuck it, let's travel back in time, beforе I found a knack to rhyme When I would try to finish evеry sentence passin' signs on the freeway Listenin' to Beanie and Freeway Mentally replay these days, hopin' to regain sense of the past Starin' through the lens of a glass Five percent when I mash, flippin' through traffic With linen fabric, sittin' stiff on my fashion Get a glimpse of the MAC, got my pimpin' in tact, nigga Tell no man until it is done Niggas throwin' salt on my shit before it begun, goddamn Look at what that cheese make a nigga do, damn Why they wanna stick me for residuals, damn Tell no man until it is done Niggas throwin' salt on my shit before it begun, goddamn Look at what that cheese make a nigga do, damn Why they wanna stick me for residuals, damn C-L-A-E Nigga, don't try to play me But pay me 'cause half of you motherfuckers fugazi I tried to keep it cordial and violence free, but I'm tired of these Lyin' emcees who died to achieve minuscule winnings That shit is embarrassin' Me against the world is no comparison, my genetic barbarian, bitch The show stopper has popped up to lock up the blocks and villages Dodgin' cops and witnesses Formin' plots with dilligence and executin' with ease Makin' niggas wheeze like chronic pulmonary disease I suggest that you take a breather Before your people turn into grievers, makin' rappers into believers Let's skip the bullshit, I'm not a matador More like an ambassador to you bastards and amateurs Who haven't matured Set it off like Cleomenza, get your ass on the floor I'm here to add up the score Tell no man until it is done Niggas throwin' salt on my shit before it begun, goddamn (Goddamn) Look at what that cheese make a nigga do, damn (Damn) Why they wanna stick me for residuals, damn (Goddamn) Tell no man until it is done (On God) Niggas throwin' salt on my shit before it begun, goddamn (Goddamn) Look at what that cheese make a nigga do, damn (Damn) Why they wanna stick me for residuals, damn (Damn)