Marlon Craft - Dead-ish lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Dead-ish lyrics]
Statik Selektah
Now, let me introduce you to the war
I keep doin’ everything I told ‘em I would
And they keep lookin’ surprised
How many times before you get the rhythm?
The type of greatness can’t
Encapsulate in pen descriptions
I bring life out ‘em that
They ain’t know they had
Doin’ exorcisms for artistic exhibition
Protect the vision at all costs
Horace Grant attire shit
You're a planet liar
And I won’t give 'em no shine to grow
Lotta rappers stick to sucking dick when
It’s their time to blow finish a verse
Everyone look like they hate oxygen
New York ain’t seen this much
Heart since Nate Robinson
I’m on the train, this whole car got
No clue they ridin’ wit a Genius, shit
I’m just grateful that I ain’t clockin’ in
Walk different when you got somethin’ to lose
So fuck it, I’ll leave the toughness to you
Shit, we all still fightin’ over hoes
That’s a budget less feud
All that contention in my life is
Million dollar implications, 2 years
I’ll be rich and do it all from syncopation
And if they ain’t my sons
They at least an iteration of Craft
And in the streets, I didn’t bang, shit
But hung enough to know that you look
Like a walking piece of litigation
I never gave a fuck about who was cool
I ain’t signed to the code
But I knew the rules
I knew once that fame come before the money
Shit sold-out shows
Still might catch me in an Uber pool
I know you wish folks
Would consider your pain
If you have a voice, shit
You could consider your aim
White men mass shootings
They blame video games
Black women shot in cribs
For playin' video games
So much shit in our face
And we like fuck it
I guess this the way we livin’ today
Stuck in our ignorant ways same sickness
And a few of the symptoms have changed
It’s the type of thinkin’ that
Lead to my livid-est days but if I’m honest
I ain’t really did shit to bring change
Martin Luther King ain’t have ad-libs
He had actions
And when they ask what Craft did
Want them to say he had classics
Guess it’s hard to find
Pursuit's that’s selfless
Guess the goal’s to be selfish in
Ways that can help shit
Instead, we on the Gram
Find ways to embellish
Sometimes uninformed folks make me jealous
The more you know, shit
The more you feel dead-ish
Now, let me introduce you to the war
I keep doin’ everything I told ‘em I would
And they keep lookin’ surprised
How many times before you get the rhythm?
The type of greatness can’t
Encapsulate in pen descriptions
I bring life out ‘em that
They ain’t know they had
Doin’ exorcisms for artistic exhibition
Protect the vision at all costs
Horace Grant attire shit
You're a planet liar
And I won’t give 'em no shine to grow
Lotta rappers stick to sucking dick when
It’s their time to blow finish a verse
Everyone look like they hate oxygen
New York ain’t seen this much
Heart since Nate Robinson
I’m on the train, this whole car got
No clue they ridin’ wit a Genius, shit
I’m just grateful that I ain’t clockin’ in
Walk different when you got somethin’ to lose
So fuck it, I’ll leave the toughness to you
Shit, we all still fightin’ over hoes
That’s a budget less feud
All that contention in my life is
Million dollar implications, 2 years
I’ll be rich and do it all from syncopation
And if they ain’t my sons
They at least an iteration of Craft
And in the streets, I didn’t bang, shit
But hung enough to know that you look
Like a walking piece of litigation
I never gave a fuck about who was cool
I ain’t signed to the code
But I knew the rules
I knew once that fame come before the money
Shit sold-out shows
Still might catch me in an Uber pool
I know you wish folks
Would consider your pain
If you have a voice, shit
You could consider your aim
White men mass shootings
They blame video games
Black women shot in cribs
For playin' video games
So much shit in our face
And we like fuck it
I guess this the way we livin’ today
Stuck in our ignorant ways same sickness
And a few of the symptoms have changed
It’s the type of thinkin’ that
Lead to my livid-est days but if I’m honest
I ain’t really did shit to bring change
Martin Luther King ain’t have ad-libs
He had actions
And when they ask what Craft did
Want them to say he had classics
Guess it’s hard to find
Pursuit's that’s selfless
Guess the goal’s to be selfish in
Ways that can help shit
Instead, we on the Gram
Find ways to embellish
Sometimes uninformed folks make me jealous
The more you know, shit
The more you feel dead-ish