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mar$ gram - figaro lyrics

[verse 1]

yo it’s the most known notorious, don’t worry his, flow glorious, scoring forty like horry is bold warriors, h–rding written’s in a storage bin, warning b-tches if my d-ck don’t fit then ima force it in, the porsche i’m in is for the critics who more than sh-t talk in hip hop stop, you wasn’t born to spit, ignoring this isn’t what you can afford to miss, misinforming sh-t i’m ripping out your vocal chords n ribs, his story is, one of kind, like rare breeds, dare me, i compare these flows to bear sneeze be aware please cause his stare seems to scare teens of those wear jeans, claire’s lipstick n hair beads, beware he’s, no embodiment of ghandi it’s the total opposite, probably flip n do karate kicks on all these naughty kids acting snotty in they mommies whip you never saw me switch n try n do illuminati tricks, now he’s in therapy apparently he lost a pair of keys, that were never really there indeed, prosperity in the air i breathe, don’t care to me no similarities ima rarity rapping parody tearing these snares n beats apart, he’s a shark, breaking mona lisa’s heart, when i make a piece of art, writing to my lighter fluid just in case i need a spark, ima knock your lights just so they can see the dark, side of me, you gotta be psychologically lost in these ideologies socrates brought keep haunting me, spooky ghost towns when the movie goes down rolling up a doobie like i’m snoopy who’d be so proud, groupies wanna do me for a louis bag oh wow, oopsie now i’m scr-w-ng all the cuties in ya whole town, it’s no crown left to defend, wrecking the men, questioning in ten seconds your dead, lead in the pen-cil’s, essential your resentful i’m blessing your mental k!lling instrumentals your dense skull, is why your hard headed mar$ said it first, fed em better words sharp cheddar in a clever verse, bet i let it burst, arm, head n heart get a he-rs-, pardon me i’m learning from the carter bars never worse, than your last rhyme, still committing m-ss crimes, closer to the joker when i’m p-ssing on the bat sign, it’s past time for my introduction to the world, they know my volcano left a big eruption in ya girl, blowing up like a fed edition demolition this the definition of a best in spitting exhibition, nets are swishing cause i’m balling like i’m curry, living in the fast lane, now i got em’ in a hurry, the lines blurry cause your writing is eligible, throwing all the legends off a ledge it’s all alleged tho, lend ya rope, then i tell ya hang tight, take look inside my brain, they know something ain’t right

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