Who Knows (w/ ANE | prod By DJ Arbie Won)

A Marcus Prolifik EP

Download the full EP here - http://www.mediafire.com/download/crajfzg9rg0s0xd/Marcus+Prolifik+-+Loner.rar


Masks

Second Wind

Don't Belong

Recluse

An ode to the afterglow. 

Instrumental by Drew Mantia (https://soundcloud.com/bloglin/drew-mantia-be-more)

Single

Going through the afters

Performed and written by Marcus Prolifik
Produced by Sleepy Raccoon

A piece of heaven for a couple of sixty seconds
Talk about the ill shit, you got this to mention
the best in this dimension, no need to question
Chen Zhen flow, get punched with the Fist of Legend
On a mission to lessen them bastards
with the skill to take on Seven Grandmasters
still I learn to search for them answers
until there's no riddle I never can answer
I do it my way from Saturday to Friday
and every rhyme that I say is in the book of Pai Mei
Twelve strikes, showing you what hell's like
you should've never held mics, no it never felt right
Born invincible with Thirty Six deadly strikes
Conan Lee swagger, style's Jet Li like
If you come to challenge me, best be right
or where you stand right now will be your resting site
I do it differently, avoiding bandwagon trends
a fucking Loner, a Ninja in the Dragon's Den
I move in silence, attack beneath the shadows and
that's why my name is usually mentioned after them
It doesn't mean they're doper if they got the higher praises
Most of it's because they have friends in higher places
but it don't move me, really I aint shaken
Self Knowledge is the key and shit, I'm amazing
So I get back to it, immaculate raps
that wack rappers never practicing, matter of fact they lacking it
they acting like the clappers clapped, cameras attacking them
Half of them are wack, half of them are fucking wacker than
A true gift so I use this! Loose leaf killa!
Then leave you like Bruce Lee hit ya
like who's this? never-heard-words spewed this illa
Catch me on the next shit. Deuces! See ya!

Deadly Strikes of the 9th Grandmaster

when you feel like you're not fit for the 'go to school - go get a job - go get married' normal life
when you feel like not living up to society standards
when you feel like breaking out of normalcy's dull ways
when you feel like everything is controlled by people with deep bank accounts
when you feel like taking your own route instead of what others are saying you should
when you feel like you are a glitch in the system

G.I.T.S.

LYRICS:
Motherfuck a normal life, ill go left and I'll show you right
no questions like sure you're right. let you know this guy with no disguises
Pro's so nice with the known devices, choke so tight while I hold you lifeless
sinister smile, why dont you try this and tell Poseidon I stole his trident

I did it to piss off the gods, coz im so tired of the fuckery
stand on top of mt olympus and tell Zeus to his face, he cant fuck with me
cut from a different cloth, I'm weaving a whole new tapestry
mastery of my own life, others think that it's sad to see

I stand with the similar heads, we hacked in the head, we banging our chest
we doin it our way, out through the mess to hell with the standards you set
having it said, why aint you stacking this bread, and why are you rapping instead
you're smacked in the head, find you a girl and get happily wed, that's having success

fuck that like its the only measure, I suggest that you know me better
dont be scared, let your toes get wetter, and know your shit aint the only treasure
I'm sick of this shit. People looking at me like a ridiculous glitch
I'm tired of exerting the effort and I dont even really wanted to fit in this bitch

verse 2

Let's get bolder. We carry the cross like that's an order while they rest their shoulders
these standards are set and sorted by the rich who wanna stay on top of the pecking order
order begets disorder. So sick and tired to just ignore it.
they always stop us from growing, remove our wings, so we can never get to soaring

buy a car, buy a house. you dont really know success til you try them out
fuck it I am not about, this shit from the liars' mouth so I knock em out
like I'm Vinnie Paz when you hit the gas, you might as well think that this is the last
you'll see me rap, you can kiss my ass, against all odds ill be spitting gas

against the wave, let it resonate, fuck a hashtag blessed, let your chest decay
walking on the roads of yesterday, if you wanna get out the line, please yes you may
a road dog like jesse james, and there's this one thing that I wanted to be clear
sometimes I look in the mirror and say to myself, I think I shouldn't be here

Fuck you I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you I wont do what you tell me!
Doing my own, might as well be, instead of doing what society tells me
Fuck you I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you I wont do what you tell me!
Doing my own, might as well be, instead of doing what society tells me

G.I.T.S. (produced by Kapital MG)

Sub-Zero

written and performed by Marcus Prolifik
produced by B-Roc

YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ag2KWk-nEPg

Bandcamp: (DOWNLOAD)
https://marcusprolifik.bandcamp.com/track/adam-banks

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