Verse 1: Take it to another level of mic murdering I'm dippin' off the bom bom zee it seems to me lifes slipped Yeah it's kind of hard not trippin' on these phoney MC's I'm a resort to gun grippin' blastin' killin' niggas Jamal is the real raw dog bill a nigga So many motherfuckers rappin' yappin' about scrappin' Marley use to strappin' bust in caps And dust 'em al off nigga break north Fuck these bitch ass niggas cause they all soft Fakin' moves over hoes Switch they dress code and mode And now they wanna impore, up in the game But I'm a blow they ass out the frame And do it for my niggas fuck the money and the fame Hook Verse 2: Marley G drop the sickedest rhymes are the wickedest Beat to the many motherfuckers that can get with this Peep how I demolish, abuse fools that run up on me I'm gettin' busy by my lonely For the 9 nickle I'm a get ill like sickle Cell anemia when I be gettin' technicle On the M.I.C. I represent and kill shit Fuck the stressin' I only spit real shit And niggas best to recognize no time for bullshittin' Keep your eyes on the prize So what I'm after is long term like satin Everlastin' weed and it's all guarenteed For me to wreck shop on behalf of my people As long as I'm alive I'm gonna live illegal Hook