[Malcolm X soundbite]

"That's exactly what's wrong with you! You do too much singing! Today it's time to stop singing, and start swinging!"

[Verse 1]

Now As a kid I was a notty-headed rascal, bashful

Now I'm a militant nigga, like Castro with an afro!

The last hope for this hip hop genre, I'm a sponsor

For good weed, and Good Karma

Entrepeneur, the ganja consumer

The rap Al Capone making mobster maneuvers

WAIT! I got a confession, that last line was my best Nas impression

And that don't show signs of progression

What's on my mind? I ain't wrote in so long

Truth be told, I ain't even know how to approach this song

I see bombed churches, lynchings, K-9's barking

Fast forward 50 years: LOOK AT TRAYVON MARTIN

Same story: we just lost another law-abiding citizen

Whats new? A priest going raw inside a kid again!

What? It really happens so I got the right to spit the shit

But I won't elaborate, cuz I ain't into politics

Even though it's sad to say, I just lost a scholarship

Along with my grades, I admit I let my dollars slip

You live, you learn: the cycle of life

But live right, whether Muslim or Disciple of Christ

I don't know if I was dreaming, or the Henn had me trippin

But I swear I had a vision of Big L's apparition

That's why I don't like sippin, L said "I see you baby pa keep spittin!"

NOW THAT'S DEEP! The street-living ain't cheap, you gotta pay a cost

And before it's said and done, son, you WILL take a loss

Now I ain't tryna tell the next nigga how he should survive

I'm just saying I ain't doing jail time for NAN NIGGA!

And even if you stuck slinging pizza and fries

That beats living in prison fixing broken transmittors

Your cellmate keep asking "Yo homie, what you in fo? (info)

Oh a little indo? I know how that go"

Then he offer you a cigarette and say "Yo, you smoke?"

But don't take it, cuz on the low he probably be a rapist

When you see him in the shower, and you butt-naked

Stab him with the shank that you made from that BFF bracelet!

It's your life, you chose it, you embrace it

It sho sucks for you that we can't trade places

Until we meet again and you back on the street

Cam Capollo on the beat make my cypher complete! BITCHHHHHH! BIOOOTCH!!

[Malcolm X]

"You don't have a revolution in which you love your enemy! Revolutions overturn systems! A revolution is bloody!"

[Verse 2]

Your own people turn against you, LOOK AT MALCOLM X!

But all snakes get spotted from this falcon's nest

Living without regrets, though I'm a tad pessimistic

If you ever cross me you best expect a visit

So don't be surprised when we bring that drama to SU CASA!

Gone be hard to watch like when Scar took out Mufasa!

Never compromise for nothing, even if it means dollars

Because more money means more problems

And more problems means more stress, and more stress = early death

Shall I go more in depth? Is you deaf?

If you owe me a debt, then your best bet

Would be to pay me and try to make that check stretch!

Yes, yes, motherfucker FNBe LifeStyle!

Dropping purple-colored leaves in my Green White Owl

Last week made a trip to the store on my street

To get rillos, that nigga made me show ID

I'm 19! Well fuck it, I just took it as a compliment

Mama had a babyface, and her genes (Jean's) dominant!

So Ima get the props, that I'm rightfully deserving

I just play it humble, cuz I don't like to be a burden

I rap like it's the 90's cuz I'm ill like that

And if I talk like I'm the best it's cuz I feel like that!

Still I act nonchalant like I ain't got no troubles

Kick the defense while they're down, going in: NO HUDDLE!

My whole squad get live, nigga what's your rebuttal?

Everyday is a HIGH when you live like I!

These niggas don't listen I try to tell em what they should know

Tried to give em food for thought, I guess they had that plate to go

Marc be the name, Money be the alias

I'm from a place where ain't no love for a thousand-mile radius

Maybe it's just me, but I can't let my culture die

Because real artists never perish, WE MULTIPLY!

"Ma I wanna be a rapper!" She gave a dull reply

She said, "That's a bold claim for a no-name"

From long range, spot a poser in my domain

Slowly approach and aim, get low, and blow his brain

Music laced with novacane, used to say my flow was lame

Now I bet they know his name!

Mane I am known as the Spliff-Master, and that's apparent cuz my lips blacker

Than tarred cement pouring onto a brick plaza

Only concerned with the big matters

When I was 13, you couldn't call me a kid rapper

I'm just tryna maximize my green

I'm talking filthier than 5 fiends with bad hygiene

Is it so much for me to have dreams to ride clean?

Like the stars on the widescreen? NAH MEAN!?!

Take em back to the essence, they probably don't remember that

I was in the booth before I knew about a democrat!

© $MARCx 2013