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lance markeith - dear mary, mother lyrics

rise with me
young brethren

it’s a new page in my rhyme book
a new cage in my mind
hooks and bars got my mind shooken hard
n+ggas was playin’ close contact
i shook em off
look to god for all my problems
mercy me dear father
why all these b+tches and dogs hollerin’
young n+ggas tryna make an escape from out the bottom
i tried to play it safe
n+ggas tried to confiscate my place
just to try and stop my fate
real n+ggas don’t die
they just f+ckin’ penetrate
they want me on some slave sh+t
tryied f+ck me up in the brain
but a n+gga went kunta kinte
with his foot up on the pavement
i think momma blames it
on the alcohol and p+ssy that i came in
smellin’ like a pound whats a college education
i was tryna get put on and they needed registration
and 28 grams just for an application
ain’t got no time to make this sh+t up
i’m in the bas+m+nt
cookin’ this sh+t got it cakin’
the mad scientist
this my dissertation
ironic, they needed money from the runaway
just to get em to freedom
but he told him he ain’t need it
he just wanted a leader
just to know what to preach em
when he got back to the heathens
sayin’ all they ever needed was
something to believe in
to stop the heavy breathing
feelin’ beaten, dear mary
come with me
i praise you hope they don’t f+ck with me
it’s a simple question n+gga now
are these n+ggas gone ride or die
ladadadidida watch em lie
come with me
i praise you hope they don’t f+ck with me
it’s a simple question n+gga now
are these n+ggas gone ride or die
ladadadidida

unleashin’ poems on these f+ck n+ggas expose em
we ain’t got no sympathy for these c+ckroaches
it was funny in college
when they thought they could approach
hail mary bless the dead
and imma show you what a ghost is
most of my family
prolly like what the f+ck provoked this
and i can blame it on trump
or some ‘ol john doe sh+t
or how these crackas bein’ the reason
i wasn’t focused
and how i ain’t got no leaders
or n0body to have hope in
or how i look up to all the n+ggas
that ever kicked a door in
cause at least some way
i know them motherf+ckas broke in
i’m sittin’ at the table
but the hunger d+mn near choked him
all that tryna be smart
done caught up to em and broke him
i make music from a command n+gga
its in demand n+gga
all these n+ggas nursery
ain’t got time for frans’ n+gga
we sellin’ nicks at night
ain’t got time for friends n+gga
come up on the block with
konans and bruce banners
its the f+ckin’ best rapper
to hit yo neighborhood or campus
stereos, ipads, tablets
n+gga get technical like go+go gadget
n+gga don’t hold yo flow
just go head rap it
i was dunked in pulpit of sharks
and atheist b+st+rds
they know the scriptures in the pool
trippin’ on acid
i was just
wonderin’ where the sunday school class is
who’d thought the rapture
would be caused by some strippers
and uncoordinated b+st+rds
dear mary
i say come with me
i pray for you
hope they don’t come for me
come with me
i praise you hope they don’t f+ck with me
it’s a simple question n+gga now
are these n+ggas gone ride or die
ladadadidida
come with me
i praise you hope they don’t f+ck with me
it’s a simple question n+gga now
do you wanna ride or die
ladadadidida

will rap for food
real rap is cool
shout to lupe
off the top toupee
on the corner
got blocks today
n+ggas too sprayed
n+ggas too cray
shout 2cray, double cray
we up in this b+tch
comin’ with the milkers
and double crates
that’s the way
that’s the way we had to do it right
know ya rights
know your hype
know your life
will+will rap for food
and i will eat all night
and i will get yo beat
and i will eat all night
will eat for free
buffet when you n+ggas talk to me
hail mary praises
these n+ggaa basic
flows comin from the bas+m+nt
basically
i broke it down to the basis
it’s the mathematics
this supreme they can’t taste it
take it
why these n+ggas gimme an acapella
i’ll break it
i got on my knees to dear mary
told her this is how i take it
got it in the block five dollars an hour
now i moved on to twelve
now b+tches wanna holla
b+tches wanna swalla
b+tches want gala
n+ggas tryna get it in the picture
makes the problem
it’s time to get it
time to make off the dollar
time to make it of ya muscle
why n+gga wanna problem?
will rap for food n+gga i’m hungry (grrrrah!)

- lance markeith lyrics

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