Man play me something my Mama can step to! S/O to Masta Ace & The Juice Crew

[Nina Simone]

"That BLACK Power! That black, pushing them to identify with...black culture"

[Hook]

Now if you feel me say 'YEAH!' They calling him a breath of fresh air

Black skin, black lips, nappy black hair!

And black never scared to rap from his heart

He like the Black Mozart, Hahahahaha THAT'S BLACK BOY MARC *repeat "Hahahahaha BLACK BOY MARC' until end of chorus*

(repeat)

[Verse 1]

They be like "Marc when that tape gone drop? I gotta cop that!

That #MamasYoungest was bumping, how you gone top that?!?"

I always make the effort to make the next one better

If you ever ask me if I feel pressured, YESSIR

But I ain't tryna be Nas, Jay, Pac, or B-I-G

I can only be me, but you know society

They always gotta make comparisons, but that ain't really fair to him

The legends got the throne, but that don't mean that I'm the heir to them

Right now they the Kings! I just wanna do my thing

Like Hakeem & Kareem win BIG with my team

No time machine, so nigga who knows what the future brings?

But I know I won't make it behind no damn computer screen

Gotta get up, get out, make money and progress

Any fucking job is better than job-less

Especially in college, I ain't getting no younger

If ain't no Money coming in then it's gone be a long summer

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

My smoking habit gotta cease, I gotta pass a piss test

But that ain't for 2 weeks, so I don't have to quit yet

Even though I rap well, I'm still just a black male

Destined for jail, my time coming fast as hell

Heavens no! You never miss a day as a professional

If I took a season off, I'd probably have an episode

That's hard to swallow, thank God for weed edibles

Now my Moms ain't gotta force me to eat my vegetables

Rappers telling stories that didn't actually happen

But we all know it's more money in acting than rapping

I came a broad-way, from playing ball in my hallway

Mama pause me, and then slap me on my bald fade

Damn them was the days, cussing out the bus driver

Getting wrote up, and sent home. Now I'm much wiser

Sippin Budweiser, praying I'm forever young

Doing things that's never done, still the best is yet to come!

I ain't even 21! It's just a matter of time before Money get his slice of the honeybun

I ain't even 21, It's just a matter of time before Money get his slice of the honeybun

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I'm in the booth dropping scriptures of literature

So I know it's a contract awaiting my signature

If living in the suburbs hurt my credibility

Then you need to re-evaluate yourself as a listener

People got short attention spans

If you ain't talking about shoes, Basketball Wives, or "FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM!"

They ain't trying to hear it, it's Lies over Lyrics

It's all about appearance or whoever dress the weirdest

I got a humble spirit, they say that I ain't ratchet

They questioning my blackness, because I ain't tatted

Or rat-a-tat-tattin, man even out in Jackson

Gotta watch my back whenever I be cruising through the traffic

(DAMN) But that's why I don't do the club

Cuz they don't play the music that I love

The good girls always want a thug, if you ain't throwing dubs

Then they treat you like a scrub, niggas shooting over mean mugs

But, I love my hometown! This where I lay my head

I'm glad for life, I know a lot of niggas my age that's dead!

Fuck the killing, man, let's blow some dank instead

Nigga pull up a chair, AND PUT IT IN THE AIR!

[Hook]

[Skit]

© $MARCx 2013