Marshal

I know my name ain't Marshal
When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial
Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle
So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled
I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel
I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles
I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble

I know you got cars but you just can't zoom
I listen to Donda when it's half past noon
I pick up the pace while you're gettin' tattoos
Now I'm wearing old boots
While you're wearing new shoes
A groom verse(us) a buffoon
A big alter to a grim tomb
I thought we were brothas
Why'd you have to leave so damn soon
(Ay)

I know my name ain't Marshal
When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial
Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle
So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled
I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel
I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles
I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble

Like a mouse trap
Like a big cat
I just sit back
Waiting to attack
But I know that
Ima get crap
From every single scum bag
I admit that
I'm a bit wack
So I kick back
Waiting for these rappers
To see what happens
When they stomp on my feet and I just SNAP

I know my name ain't Marshal
When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial
Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle
So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled
I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel
I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles
I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble

Don't try to stop it, it's so out of pocket
It's kinda like swapin' your partner a wallet
You might wanna drop it, it's so anabolic
Its kinda like all of these 'roids I be poppin'
The suicide hotline, you might wanna call it
You don't wanna cop too much pills at the market
You're nearing the edge
You might wanna watch it
This isn't the pit you deliberately fall in
Now I go hard
Now I can snap
As I slither though all of the cowardly acts
Used to call cap
Used to be mad
Now where do all of these lean rappers be at
Learn how to write
Learn how to rap
Learn how to properly set me a trap
Don't need a map
I know where I'm at
I'm running right through my fifth victory lap

Y'all best fear me
I'm not even a quarter of a century deep
And I raise ears clearly
And I'll never stop
Even when the crown of my head is touching the ceiling
There must be some evil plan in his brain that he is
currently scheming
Lurking just around the corner he must be patiently
Waiting for the days to come when the mallet hits the drum

Same as a Xylem and Phloem
A cell is the only thing you have to go in
You know it
I struggle to unveil a worthy opponent
I search and I spin in a rotating motion
I am writing down all of these flows
I assume and pursue a eerily terrible focus
I have many horses debajo this hood
It is kinda like I'm an Evora de lotus
Gettin' a taste of the sweet and the sour
I spit at like 98 miles an hour
You might have to charge me with battery
Cause I am using up all of this criminal power
You might as well say hungry
Cause I am eatin' up all of these rappers like chowder
I just cooked you over and under
So don't make the child scream any louder