Lead single from "The Marc MacKenzie EP" by Marc MacKenzie. 

1979 Ft. Dion Nojo [Prod. Al Sweats X Lil Fruit]

"I don't really want no friends. I don't really want no friends, no" Lmao, rip 69.

Buddies [Prod. Guillermo]

Dracula [Prod. BlackyTom]

Gringo [Prod. ///YU]

...I really don't have anything to say about this one.

Midnight [Prod. Yondo]

Kenzie- Freestyle Of The Year

Right (10x)
And ride the cinderblocks to the bottom of the sea,
They all wanna hear about it,
They don’t wanna see,
They all wanna know about it,
They don’t wanna sleep,
Niggas out here dying for it,
Niggas tryna eat,
Niggas out here looking for it,
Niggas tryna peek,
Hop up off that nigga neck, 
Let that nigga breathe, damn.
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(They don’t wanna hear about that though)

And if she looking for the bone a nigga tryna reap,
Don’t bother tryna hit my phone cause I ain’t tryna speak,
I thought I told you leave me lone,
Not another peep,
Shhh,
All you niggas, shhh, sheep,
Me I’m getting geeked off that stupid sour,
Make a nigga feel like I got super powers,
I’m just tryna murder all these losers like I’m Henry Bowers,
She just tryna make a dirty movie in a rented shower,
I just ask your daughter calls me daddy when I’m in her flowers.

So ride the cinderblocks to the bottom of the sea,
Or you can float too,
Come ride the wave with me,
And we can lose screws,
And we can find things,
That normal people do,
But we have bigger dreams,
Yeah we got better dreams,
That ain’t what I mean,
You know what I mean,
Right (6x).

Float

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, 
Shining with the light from the sun,
It's The Shining, take the knife to my sons,
Wanna try me and the might, I’m the one,
I been grinding in the nighttime cause the Dark Knight don't fight crime in the daylight, 
Gonna,
Lie low,
Strike when the mood right,
Come dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.

I,
Downed a couple downers,
On the corner where I found her,
Where a couple out-of-towners told me they could get me super high,

Wandered round the roads,
This don’t feel too much like home,
Couple tickets to show at a venue I could never find,

I followed the sound of the bass line,
Bumping in my face,
I feel it in my veins,
I think I’m bout to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.
Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. (5x)

Don’t you wanna dance?
You know I got the moves,
Yeah you see me in the stance,
She know I got the views now she giving me the glance,
I got her sipping on juice,
I just put her in a trance,
I’m a Nazi with the soup,
Can’t none of you niggas get a sip,
Not a drip of my drip drop,
Climbing to the tip top,
All the rest can kick rocks,
Barefoot or flip flop,
All these niggas big walk,
All these niggas lip talk,
All these niggas phony,
Fresh to death to death I gotta hold a ceremony,
Know I keep the stunner when I’m riding with the woadies,
2am posted in the parking lot at Shoneys tryna dance..

I can’t feel my face in this mfka,
Back up out my face in this mfka,
Nigga, please give me some space in this mfka,
I moved to the A back in 96’,
Smoking on that pressure put that measure on my common sense,
Chasing pleasure,
Lighter than a feather underneath cement,
Couldn’t reap the benefits,
Dancing for the hell of it.

Damn.

The Dance

I’m in the paint like Pablo Picasso,
Paint this flow with my eyes closed,
My style rare drop he wouldn’t find it at Costco,
A nigga dare not y mano with the colossal,
Defeat him and make his mama the leader of my apostles,
Not a preacher,
Let me kick a little gospel,
Take it to the grave, 
Till we all turn into fossils,
Until the fucking planet starts to hurl into the sun,
Niggas cook,
Niggas shook,
He cannot look him in the eye, they know,
Him bim the one,
With the fun,
Up off the hip,
With hollow tip,
Your noggin, melon split, pop, bust,
Tell them lame niggas they can eat my dust,
Cause I’m gone off the gas,
And I’m goin really fast,
And I can’t stop now,
Cause I just bought a jag,
And I skrt off the lot,
And I did it all in cash,
Yeah I got it out the mud,
Then I put it in the bag,
Then I went kinda mad man,
It turned me to a madman.

Madman (Interlude)

Big evil,
Primo,
Guap c-note,
Dirty Don Vito, I
Pop Greedo,
First I’m,
Han Solo
Dolo,
Don’t need no
Hoe at home
Be on my own
I roll alone
Sit up in the dark and I smoke fat rolos,
Don’t post status and I don’t snap photo,
I do not communicate with wack rap bozo,
If he not a fan then he must be loco,
Hola, yo soy el Diablo,
Don Pablo,
Pop hollows,
And hop potholes,
Also,
Hotbox whips with thick pot smoke,
And where we go she follow,
And she swallow,
Me whole,
I’m too frio,
Mijo,
You niggas is corn,
You stale fritos,
You niggas is cheese,
Cheetos,
Flex my ego,
Do not test my steelo,
We blast torpedo,
Pro Rico,
Move ingcognito,
Float like Magneto,
Leech like mosquitoes,
Young Nosferatu in the cut with mi amigos,
We just tryna get lost,
They find us like Nemo’s,
Man can I kick it to the people,
Man are you peeping what I leak from my speak hole,
Probably not,
Narrow minded and you probably shocked,
Try to be hot but really you not even a fraction,
All you little factions,
Always with the drama,
Ain’t no motherfucking action,
No cameras,
Keep the lights real low,
And peep the shine on my wrist from the iced Hublot,
I wrist check the audemars for the expiration date on niggas,
Sincerely hope all of that flexing really pay off nigga,
Shouts to all the old hoes that used to play off niggas,
Please don’t ring up my phone once my checks get bigger.

Nosferatu

Marc Mac-Ken,
Skin color melanin,
Pretty nigga, got it in my genes,
On my mom and them,
Don’t give a fuck about the tings they be telling him,
Suspect, putting on my team like a letterman,
Knock knock,
Let him in,
You not hot,
Kenzie got the block hot,
Tell a friend,
Smokin pot medicine,
Pockets on jackpot dividends,
Shorties play me sweet like brown sugar,
Cinnamon,
Man I’m from the cold where they shivering,
Nose leak, spitin cold heat if you listenin,
Let the chrome speak, whole fleet go missing and,
You get no sleep, cold feet,
All you niggas really,
High level bitch, low key,
All you niggas really, sheep,
Or you little bo peep,
Man you niggas really,
Og, triple Og sweet niggas,
Spit like missiles and they heat seek niggas,

Fuck niggas
Fuck these niggas,
I might get a piece cause I don’t trust these niggas,
Get a tight squeeze then I flush these niggas,
Tryna get sleep gotta hush these niggas,
But you can’t shush me I’m,
The boy,
Really bout to pop like a b-boy,
Any boy,
Try to step to me he get destroyed,

Annihilate the competition,
Whole rap game one track,
That’s way more efficient,
Ludwig Van Wolfgang with the composition,
I could never stop before I pop I’m way too persistent,
Walking nightmare for a cop or an opposition,
Eyes locked, like a cyclops,
And I’m on a mission,
Man I really wish a,
Nigga would,
I’ll be good,
Once I hit Hollywood,
Tryna make it out the hood,
We too misunderstood,

He stood in the gallows,
East coast niggas chief smoke in the shadows,
Nigga eat smoke then he float in the shallow,
Pussy, money, weed, that’s my three deathly hallows,
Sticks out like a wizard in a battle,
Or knock your tooth loose with the hooks and the grapple,
Loose tooth talking word of mouth with the babble,
Predator with the wordplay like scrabble,
Me I’m just the butcher put the blade to the cattle,
Spit super hot fire like a dragon in a castle,
Still sippin absinthe,
Still minded absent,
Still a nigga in the still of night for the cash, lick..

Deathly Hallows

1/3 of The Grim Syndicate | GrimBoys | Suspect U$A | Artist from the Metro Atlanta area. ilyxoxo.

MacKenzie No Mori

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