E-Dubble - Metabars lyrics

Forty-eight bars to Mars in my pension
Never had a problem given my dimensions
Only had demensia given how i black out
Given how I nard walk bars 'till they tap out
Maxed out metabars, Two Tone Rebel shit
Now i put it everywhere, I be going Halilavić
I be going hella quick, I be going Ella Fitz
Put me in your record store I
Could sell a hell of it
I could sell a pawn to a pawn shop
Buy the pawn shops
Sell that pawn back to the public
Let that pawn rock buy it back on the cheap
Sell that fucking pawn stock
IPO like whoa 'till that fucking pawn drops
Buy it back on the cheap again
Cheaper than fuck!
That fucking pawn is going deep again
Spit out your gum
That line graph going step again
Twiddle your thumbs
I'll turn a pawn to a POB
While she's twerking for none
Zero signs for the evil eye
Keep up your guard
Those whew bangers in the back
Keeping everyone charged
Everything dark, everything grey
Everything stays a little less clear than
It was in the day
That nighttime feeling stealing what we
Had on the page i'll turn a pen to a weapon
When I'm fighting for days yeah
I'll turn a pen to a weapon
When I'm fighting for days

I said I never knew much, I only knew me
I know I have flaws, I know that I bleed
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
Yo, I got a pen full of ink
A nous on the feed
I'm back on the scene, crispy and clean
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E

Two Tone Rebel shit, yeah, I say it always
Wish I had it back then
Walking through the hallways
Wissahickon High School
Shouts to the Trojans
Shouts to Quimby Joe, truce I owe them
Understood my non-swag-swag like hey!
Took me to the side, broke it down like yay!
Understood my steez was more than 12th grade
And I never really studied to
Muddy my good name
I'm a mo' fucking Wallace
Unpolished on the rocker
Used to be awkward now I'm all real proper
Like poppa no choppers, Il Postino
I'll be the five man cause they rate extremeo
My tunes might boom, I'm a Maximor
I might go palt-plat like my Maxima
With a G4 high you can match the boy
An astronaut without any asterisks
I'm off again, pain, gain, sweat to win
Still put some THC in my oxygen
And brush the dirt off with an oxipen
And pen these lyrics with a laxative
Cause, I'm the shit, swags back
That's the kid
It's getting pretty fucking near when
The scales get tipped
I said It's pretty fucking near
When the scales get tipped

I said I never knew much, I only knew me
I know I have flaws, I know that I bleed
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
Yo, I got a pen full of ink
A nous on the feed
I'm back on the scene, crispy and clean
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E