Marlon Craft - Speakin' (Intro) lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Speakin' Intro lyrics]
Yeah i'm more, I'm more
I'm more, I'm more, I'm more yeah, yeah
What it do, what it is, what it could be
You're more bla-bla-bla what it would be
Bluntly I feel like all
You motherfuckers pussy
Leader of the new school
They be playin' hook-ey
Turned cake for rappin' on the
Corner like The Rooks be chess game
Let's bring more shame to what
We need to push
We ahead 'cause we think the more
Simpler than the hooks be
I ain't come to sugarcoat shit
Whole culture got spiritual diabetes
Humanistic raps and tryin' to
Supply the species
I'mma defy the thesis and the peachin'
Can't fiddle in the box
Credit's, Bushwick fake frame
Lookin' kind critics
Ain't no peace treadies with me I'm
In a legion with the truth
Tryin' to feel your pain like it's
Mine it's a window to you
The only way I can see through
Pass the sauce let me stop preachin'
I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preachin' to em
I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preachin' to em
Imma start speakin' to em
Imma start reachin' to em
Little closed door homie
Imma start inkin' through it
Imma start bleedin' through it
They won't have to let me in
We gon' start seein' true less, yeah
These days I stay far away
When a train rolls in I got somethin' to lose
Now I'm more on point than cool, now
True to me is more important than rules now
Whole lotta obstacles I got past em
Used the laugh at the kid when
I got the last one i never want to pass in
I only lived with passion
At 25 already been like 9 virgins of
But see equals speak to you now been sown
Sold for so much I'm better
Than the past ones
I been runnin' circles around rappers
Don't make me relapse son
My anxiety was so bad son
I was gonna collapse, son
Next time I thought I seen my last son
Wanted to be somebody that could last, son
Then I realised the same shit
That brings my heart pain
It's the same shit that make
It wanna last once, for the real
Yeah, live from Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Welcome to the motherfuckin' album
It's just the intro we gettin' warmed up
Should I keep going?! Uh
This is Jubelyn's birth from depression
This the human, this earth from obsession
Gave my heart to my Craft
Started livin' for myself
If I live to impress then I'm pressin'
Ask any we done brought pain way before
We done made him sign us
Motherfuckers been congested
Everytime I've been last that was a lesson
Broken down to the essence
Hocus-pocus dimensions
It's the accumulative perfector
Been new thinner on the neck up
The foolish you neglect
The true lives in the sex
I'm a mutant in the flesh
Border ruthless since in debt
While I'm coopin' n the Angles they
Keep losin' for their check
New York, New York fuck what you thought
You ought pay attention when attention rise
Only together and keep walkin'
Out the the tender
Call out bear's a friend of mine, homie
I'm more, I'm more, I'm more yeah, yeah
What it do, what it is, what it could be
You're more bla-bla-bla what it would be
Bluntly I feel like all
You motherfuckers pussy
Leader of the new school
They be playin' hook-ey
Turned cake for rappin' on the
Corner like The Rooks be chess game
Let's bring more shame to what
We need to push
We ahead 'cause we think the more
Simpler than the hooks be
I ain't come to sugarcoat shit
Whole culture got spiritual diabetes
Humanistic raps and tryin' to
Supply the species
I'mma defy the thesis and the peachin'
Can't fiddle in the box
Credit's, Bushwick fake frame
Lookin' kind critics
Ain't no peace treadies with me I'm
In a legion with the truth
Tryin' to feel your pain like it's
Mine it's a window to you
The only way I can see through
Pass the sauce let me stop preachin'
I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preachin' to em
I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preachin' to em
Imma start speakin' to em
Imma start reachin' to em
Little closed door homie
Imma start inkin' through it
Imma start bleedin' through it
They won't have to let me in
We gon' start seein' true less, yeah
These days I stay far away
When a train rolls in I got somethin' to lose
Now I'm more on point than cool, now
True to me is more important than rules now
Whole lotta obstacles I got past em
Used the laugh at the kid when
I got the last one i never want to pass in
I only lived with passion
At 25 already been like 9 virgins of
But see equals speak to you now been sown
Sold for so much I'm better
Than the past ones
I been runnin' circles around rappers
Don't make me relapse son
My anxiety was so bad son
I was gonna collapse, son
Next time I thought I seen my last son
Wanted to be somebody that could last, son
Then I realised the same shit
That brings my heart pain
It's the same shit that make
It wanna last once, for the real
Yeah, live from Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Welcome to the motherfuckin' album
It's just the intro we gettin' warmed up
Should I keep going?! Uh
This is Jubelyn's birth from depression
This the human, this earth from obsession
Gave my heart to my Craft
Started livin' for myself
If I live to impress then I'm pressin'
Ask any we done brought pain way before
We done made him sign us
Motherfuckers been congested
Everytime I've been last that was a lesson
Broken down to the essence
Hocus-pocus dimensions
It's the accumulative perfector
Been new thinner on the neck up
The foolish you neglect
The true lives in the sex
I'm a mutant in the flesh
Border ruthless since in debt
While I'm coopin' n the Angles they
Keep losin' for their check
New York, New York fuck what you thought
You ought pay attention when attention rise
Only together and keep walkin'
Out the the tender
Call out bear's a friend of mine, homie