Y'all Thought (Remix)

It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
Now I'm plugging in like a USB
Sit back and watch the truest me! (Truest me!)

Yeah, from the get go, learning to just let go
Everything is on a schedule while I'm working on my mettle, uh
I want the medals, the accolades, I want the praise
For all the years I heard my career would see an early grave
I wanna say that I told you so cause I know you know
Like hold up wait a minute! Y'all thought I was finished?
Thought I wouldn't be in this, the realest, the illest, I kill it
Y'all Thought! that I was done but I have yet to begin this
Back to the beginning, I been a genius before a fetus
Lyricism is in my veins, boy I know you see this
Lee is now a force to be reckoned with, just like DMC is
When you see him? watch where you steppin' in, in ya new Adidas
I'm rocking shows now, feeling like I'm chose now to go down
As the Greatest, Muhammad ALee, bruh

It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
It's the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee

This track is classic, immaculate, Lee finessin' to keep 'em guessin'
Yes he is present, with speech he's blessing, his gleam flourescent
Though he is wrestling internally just to keep from stressing
He keeps his weapon to keep on shredding to beat depression
Even on his off day, he still secretes his presence
Not to be messed with, it's in his essence, watch where you steppin'!
He run these tracks like his cousin Alex, he come from talent
Usain, bolting the game, coasting and ain't slowing but
Taking a sec to look back at his competition
His rhymes schemes complicated, he poppin' and not to mention
He constantly swaps dimensions, he so gone! he outta here!
If you ain't heard how vicious he is, you bout to hear!
And then you bound to fear, if you doubtin' boy!
Boy, you can test but trust you won't be around to sneer
He's greatness, my man's won't even wear his crown in here
AR is coming, homie, grab a chair, Lee

It's the T.H.O.U.G.H.T
With the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
And y'all T.H.O.U.G.H.T
With the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee

This that totally down to give Marcus Lee the feature
This that truly confident this motherfucker blows some speakers
This that come back in to finish up, acid in the beaker
This that keep the trickle thin enough to turn 'em into tweakers
This that extra mileage on the beat, pay no mind to gas lights
They might ignore these streets until they hit the hash pipe
This that dimebag in your sock, this that mixtape in your bag
This that cracking paint on fingertips, he had to catch a tag
This that elemental heavy metal, give your ass a stroke
This that wallet staying ornamental, bitch my ass is broke
This that Microphonist steeze, we bringing it again
This that turn me into ink then drop me in your pen
This that totally enamored with the art we call hiphop
This that truly flabbergasted how to take it to the top
This that effervescent swagger from Marcus Lee and The Thought
This that made to watch you stagger right up until you drop

It's the T.H.O.U.G.H.T
With the M.A.R.C.U.S. Lee
And y'all T.H.O.U.G.H.T
You know Microphonist on the beat!