Marshall Law
I was just a lil brown kid, pellet gun in the Umbros
Wasn't trynna hurt nobody only havin fun though
Tupac on the discman, yeah I come from among those
80's babies, only God could judge what I have done though
If you're trippin I'm equipped n quick to get my weapon on
Only twelve, 80 pounds, Hell who you steppin on
I got hella moves don't you make me get my Tekken on
Blackbelt at thirteen who the fuck you checkin on
A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy
Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy
My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy
I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy
Rat tat n matter fact, my backpack had artifacts of hip hop,
And this child would lift off with it not
Get tongue tied like slipknots
N then flow like agua like drip drop
Impeccable like tick tock
And never would he flip flop
Or cave into shit talk
Or respond while he's pissed off
Cuz this often misleads our straight paths to criss cross
N I could just list off a dozen times when discourse on Facebook was disgustting
Social media's mistrustin
People sayin I'm just busting rhymes
For the money, n the fame, I'm just lusting fine,
Okay all I know is Biggie, Fugees, Eminem n Pac
Taught me how to rap about my sentimental thoughts
A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy
Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy
My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy
I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy
Wasn't trynna hurt nobody only havin fun though
Tupac on the discman, yeah I come from among those
80's babies, only God could judge what I have done though
If you're trippin I'm equipped n quick to get my weapon on
Only twelve, 80 pounds, Hell who you steppin on
I got hella moves don't you make me get my Tekken on
Blackbelt at thirteen who the fuck you checkin on
A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy
Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy
My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy
I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy
Rat tat n matter fact, my backpack had artifacts of hip hop,
And this child would lift off with it not
Get tongue tied like slipknots
N then flow like agua like drip drop
Impeccable like tick tock
And never would he flip flop
Or cave into shit talk
Or respond while he's pissed off
Cuz this often misleads our straight paths to criss cross
N I could just list off a dozen times when discourse on Facebook was disgustting
Social media's mistrustin
People sayin I'm just busting rhymes
For the money, n the fame, I'm just lusting fine,
Okay all I know is Biggie, Fugees, Eminem n Pac
Taught me how to rap about my sentimental thoughts
A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy
Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy
My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy
I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy
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Writer(s): Amritpal Saggu
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