Marc Vinyls - Ladies and Gents lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen please, step right up
Come on in and stay a while
Sit down and get comfortable
Welcome to the Marc Vinyls show
You'll get special guests
Oswald Moony and Bob Gyser (Bob Gyser)
Classic shit let's go

My flow so disgusting
Bitches be tummy tucking
So chocolate with no muffin
Shakespeare was saying something
The bitches really love it
I need something to cut it
When push came to shove it
It's like lightning struck it
Bang bang with the shit I gotta say though
Hating on a kid but they
Faker than a play doh
Ideas go yonder, word to fucking Plato
So fuck ya little fucking games
I really do not play though
My alpha worth a thousand
So that's a flex though
They fronting on the facts
So I'mma come correct o
Homie up in field and a cousin up in Pepsco
Doors stay open when they mine
Stay kept closed they holding onto bullshit
I'm the first to let go
My only gang is green like the New York Jets
Bro 3am and I'm still writing
I can tell you about some shit
But you won't like it

A few years later, shit was much different
Lost and confused, didn't have religion
Recording everyday while fucking up my system
Barely ever slept, too focused on spitting
I was all up on my moves paying my dues
I was broken and two faded with the crew
Mom's selling her jewels
Dad no job while my sister went to school

Where the fuck the competition?
Six years straight and the boy still spitting
Silence all you crickets while I
Bury all you critics
Cuz every song I make got 'em
Saying that they dig it
I do not play boy, I really fucking live it
My lifestyle, dawg
Been really more than exquisite
Home call 'em bitches while we
Running up the digit's
Always going past our limit's
Finna set the doc, I jaded pink it
Oh shit, you get the reference
Probably not but maybe in a fucking second
Cuz I'm really too smart for
All you little kids
While you looking at him when I'm
Supposed to be the shit
Your girl play my music when she
Ride it in the whip
So I'm just here to school ya little bitch
To school ya, little bitch
This is hip hop, not some phony shit fuck it

But now shit different
Running through my mind don't really know
But I'm running out of time
Need to make some moves so
I'm always on my grind
Girl, I'm looking at ya cuz
You are more than fine
Now shit different, running through my mind
Don't really know
But I'm running out of time
Need to make some moves so
I'm always on my grind
Girl, I'm looking at ya cuz
You are more than fine

You've been too behind, fall in line
Something like the Target line
Don't be fucking signing something
With a dotted line
Get a little fame then I'm
Blowing up like Columbine
If you just hearing 'bout me
Then you out of time
Never so disrespectful, you out yo' mind
I'm divine, ill with a microphone
That's where I shine and where I rhyme
Hotter than yo' chick, I call that a dime
Fall in line, caught this line
I'm the fucking greatest and it's all mine

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