Pushy

Spicy

O. A. F.

Talkin Shit

2 Seater

My rein is omnipotent
My flow is ridiculous
My swagger's immaculate
While seeking enlightenment
No more totem poles
So where do we go
Cause I wanna know
I wanna see us grow
Past the straits of society
It's good that they fired me
Now in search of a higher me
Now the struggle has hired me
For the people
No more closed doors
Cause we want more
We wanna know
The truth of the situation
But minus manipulation
No issues exaggerated
Created nor fabricated
I really wanna know
We deserve to know
What's it really for
No more blowing smoke
Of Clouded visions of innocence
And lackluster benefits
Combating of common Sense
Leave the populous in suspense
Undesirables in a ditch
While the tolerant left content
Turning blind eyes to all of it
Not concerned with the origin
Or the motive, they hoping that with lack of our focus 
And with a false sense hope and then plus control of the soul
Leave us lost like headless body with nowhere to go
Leave us up shits Creek without a paddle to row
If they leave us in peace, then with our seeds we can sow
If they leave us alone, then on our own we can grow
If they leave us in peace, then with our seeds we can sow
If they leave us alone, then on our own we can grow

Eternal Truth

You can't tell me I ain't hot 
I keep it Poppin
I keep your bitches panties wet
I keep it soggy
Man I been the shit just in case
You forgot it
Out here stunting with no brakes
Cause ain't no stopping

Fuck ya feelings. If you missed it. 
That's ya bidness. You was slipping
Now I'm on my way to millions
Can't stop till I'm in the billions
Diversifying dividends
Swimming in a money bin
Like I'm Scrooge McDuck
Don't give no fucks
I'm getting to the major bucks
Stacking stacks of racks. I'm on that
Now yo bitch all on my gonads
Kill the pussy then give it back
Kill a pussy for trying to act
Tough. Call your bluff. This ain't really what you want.
Taxidermist leave you stuffed.
Is that really what you want
On my king shit ain't no pawns
No matter what block you on
Go head and ring the alarm
Championship shit no chumps
So fuck ya feelings. When you witness 
My acention into greatness
When the greats will say I made it
Calling me one of the greatest
Peep the cadence
I been patient
I been waiting 
I can taste it
The sweet tastings of victory
Going down in history
Bury me with honey on my dick, face down and green grass
Telling the whole world to kiss my mutha fuckin ass

Poppin

Gotta have good brains 
And a wet box
Hit it in a wife beater
And some church socks
Then anoint her head. Bless it
With a cumshot
When I finish have her
Laying in the wet spot
I ain't playing no games
This ain't Xbox
She multiplaying in the lobby with 
Some lame bots
was addicted to the game and now 
She can't stop
That's why Ain't no system linking 
With my ex box
Kick rocks. Get gone to
The next spot
Then the shock that my ops when see
I'm on top
Screaming even clowns make it to
The big top
Too bad so sad this were
Your train stop
Sweep an op off his feet
Like a hiptoss
I ain't eating no pork, but 
I'm the boss hog
In pursuit of 6 rings
Olympic all-star
Niggas switch out at the seams
They decepticons
Sending bus sized slugs
I'm young Megatron
With an allspark
Fire up the energon
You know I keep it crunk
Call me lil Jon
Coming with the heat
Call me dragon
I'm young Johnny storm
Then I go and flame on
Meteorologist can't predict
When I storm
Dropping bombs since the 90
But no dessert storm
Leave a wake of destruction
Young man of war
Leave em in ruins, they clueless, my flow is elusive
The swagger is stupid I do this maneuver the clueless
They see me as ruthless, they call me a nuisance when really the truth is I'm schooling the foolish.

Ex Box

Drop top 2 seater

Brass.83bpm

Just for fun..the beat isn't mine

They she always been down from the get go 
But you don't really wanna see her
They she sweet but she's a cut throat 
The streets know her as Maria 
Still there was some red flags
But being me, I had to have that
And In the midst of the aftermath 
I faced the the facts
The streets will always know her as Maria

I met this shorty at the gas station
She was bad, talking slim thicc with the bomb fragrance 
Now they say that eyes are windows to the soul 
We locked eyes. I froze, her gaze was ice cold
She was toxic. Pussy had me in a cobra clutch
She had her fangs in me, I just couldn't seem to have enough
I called her bluff, it was tough, I popped the red pill
It was the lust, had me caught up. It was never real

Maria

Trying to do more than smash, I wanna seduce you
Do to you some things you aint probably used to
Bubble bath, scented wax burning sets the mood
We bout to do what the grown folks do
Your bra and panties cute, strip you down to the nude, your birthday suit
Come a little closer
I got the potion 
To put you under my spell
Handcuffs, whips and whip cream 
Freaky things, not in your wildest dreams
Step into the dungeon. Eat your pussy as you hang from a sex swing attached to the ceiling. 
Legs shaking, as I'm tasting, an overwhelming sensation, you pleading that you can't take it as I wrap my hands around your waist
Now you know whats coming, aint no way to run from it
Slide my member in ya while suspended got ya dripping like your melting. Feeling the pressure, you wanna come, I won't let ya..til
eyes roll back, and your body goes flat
When aint even switch positions,  listen

Sex Talk

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Skywalker

Cardio

I do not own the rights to this beat.

Just listen for a minute. Let me state my opinion bout this this current situation thats facing an entire nation. Got police killing us, their bosses don't give a fuck, and they bout to blow the lid off of centuries of corrupt practices and witchcraft. More than cars in traffic. White shooters congratulated. 
Toxic inoculations
I think we been hella patient
When is enough enough
Riots demonstrate frustration 
We bout to tear this bitch up
The casualties of war
Is a heavy burden to boar
Black life should matter more
Don't mean to be a bore
But its necessary to carry the torch of change
It'll be scary. Being bound by ropes and chains
There's a chance of history being repeated again
If we don't learn from it. Got us locked in the pen
Falsely imprisoned due to systemic visions of Caucasians white supremacy 
All facts, its no gimmicks, remnants of Willie Lynches, the 13th amendment and a bunch of coonery 
Makes no sense to me.




They try to whitewash
The pictures painted of us being outlaws
When the reason of persecution's without cause
Now I'm not saying that we are perfect, without flaws
We ain't trying to take what was done, and do to y'all
On the court is only when you wanna see us ball
But court dates is setup for us to lose it all
Even when you in the wrong you still stand tall
The audacity baffles me, honestly appalled 
That black life is thought less of than that of dogs
Floyd, Amahad, Bland, Tamir and Breonna Taylor
No murder conviction. Only Wanton endangerment
Still a settlement won't replace the lives lost
Has there ever been an explanation for the cause
More than Karen's caring about upholding the laws
Tempers flaring, guns blaring. The truth of it all
White privilege is remnants of just some shifty draws
And guess who they calling to clean it up
The house niggas talking bout yes massa

Makes No Sense

i am passionate about my craft, striving for greatness. on this road, i am looking to work with like minded individuals who share the same intent and goals. lets work together, grow together and ultimately succeed together. 

Young Marcus The Brain

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