Produced by Fresh Kils
Scratch cuts by Uncle Fester of The Extremities

Verse 1 - Flows like sand through the hourglass
Dams in the River of Styx I need to power past
Very few get rich off of paragraphs
And even fewer have the itch to make it last
Thespians said the monologue glowed
But the money at the top said it was wasn't en vogue
Light show when I move my wrist to light Os
Eclipse the heart, struggle will make your light strobe
Live from lonely abode
Wrote a manifesto of a spirit gone rogue
Stitchin' cuts, get my (*scratch) on, yo
So through the stereo let my luminous light glow
My first record packed shows
No one on guest list, no sneakers through back doors
Unless you've got divinity lips and you cure woes
And roll with a cat pack that stacks the front row

Verse 2 - Stepped out the venue with my name on the marquee
$6 Rayban steez is buttery
Like $35-large a year, dunny, I did it!
This is just a slogan connoting what I admitted
Let us grab hold of life by the bullhorns 
And never let go until I'm trackin' out the full song
It's just the small pleasures, dolls with my ***** wetted
In the front seat, and I don't even whip the Jeep tinted
We hit stride and the beat committed
The unseen hand of God touch the mic when I'm really blitted
This isn't weed rap, it's shroom rap in north country
You're white Nikes, I'm Reebok pumpin'
Reflect eternally to move somethin', like the verbal
To howl a verse at the moon to get a crack at the kernal, word
My ambition is hope springing eternal
Higher you climb, the further you fall in the inferno



02 - Marquee

Keeping it to fine wine, friends and attends


02 - Marquee

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