Astonishing how I flip a mic and start bombin shit
Varnishing paint on the wall with knowledge and
Wisdom one two dip‘em in the holy water
Rip it in the holy war
Check‘em into post mortem
Document fresh direct Ralph Lauren hoodie
When I be on the West Coast rock with beauty
The limelight fry‘em like 5-50 Fahrenheit
Fire mics daily with 99 terabytes
Bangers I pop up with new angles
In the maze navigating this game so far made loose
And dead ends crystal mint
James Brown there it is
Walking it talking it
Making it all connect
Through instinct full of god
Iron Mike in the straight
Mosey up and away grab your rosary
Hoes be all up in the mix tryna cake off
Or be left with crumbs in the end while I take all
I’m straight boss wave of my hand
I make‘em break North
I’m paid off something like
Bernie how I made off
Yours truly got‘em jumping like the horror movie
Shit your groupies move to
Couldn’t hardly move me
I’m that Beat Street Ramo with fuego
Pounds or pesos
Don’t matter it’s all bueno
Pay close attention mention my name provoke tension
Bets in the game there’s no question
This is Marco, Rebel on the job with the Large Pro
Lords of the Underground
Marked with the barcode
The Dark Knight eyes on the city
Dimes on the sticky
Overtime on my grassy
Mind on the moola dola
Stepping with the super fly cougar
And the personal Ruger
I’m through your brain like Hennessy black
Flow dog I’m a menace to rap but stretching your crack
Similar to Eastwood roll in the gauntlet
Bulletproof bust but shots get to sparkin
Create an idea if there’s a problem I solve it
Maximize brain cells
Glitter like garland
You can’t out-rap us
20 plus years been at this
Large Pro INS above average
This ain’t fire this is arson
Big guns pointing at your toes
Got rappers doing the Charleston
Breaking atoms send a spindle round your dome
When I hit‘em if I need help to deck
I shine a Wu emblem
M Polo on the boss for dolo
Whippin it like a Volvo
Picture this like a group photo
It’s a team effort no need to fly solo
Bear witness crown over mine this
Would be the logo O.C
By design it was in the terrace
Simple A-U combined make it eighteen karat
Gold bars Libyan money bloody the noz
We the verbal gods blow
Heat the screech just to beat the odds
Exotic lodges ménages Khadaf is
Single-handedly murdering soloists and squadrons
This is vernacular, my poetry is spectacular
Bram Stoker choke the vocals of an amateur
Attack like terrorist, plot from Afghanistan
African, we a pack of wolves
Y’all a rack of lambs
Seven-and-one-half ounces of grand thoughts spilled
I’m like a shark with venom
Coming out of my gills
Behind enemy lines ready for war still
Rhymes like extended clips
Spitting out of mack mills
Benevolent martyr, all my Gs scarred up
Mastered the art of these bars
Word of the Father
Indigenous pharaoh my thoughts travel
Like a hollow tip through a barrel
Watch a universal battle
The magnum opus who’ll split
An atom when he focused
We the titans in the cypher y’all a bunch of roaches
Travel the Matrix in a time-portal spaceship
Visions of Euro stacks are better where my face is
Champion hoodie shell top with no laces
Queens bridge houses nostalgic most graces
My shit is astonishing
I create astonishing lines
I create astonishing lines
I create, I create, I create astonishing line
I create astonishing lines
The flow is somethting I need
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