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marshall law (usa) - bar control lyrics

[intro]
uh huh, hahaha
knew i had to touch this
if anybody’s controlling anything, i want in
err

[verse]
i could jump, only first: in the water, and i fly (fly)
these bottoms shelve rappers just claiming they top notch
i’m itchin’ the lump chickens, you’d swear that they caught pox
just know when i start jumpin’ you squares, it ain’t hopscotch (uh huh), see?
lyrically, i’m someone that no one can out+bar (no!)
i’m perfect, can’t spell “flawless” without “law” (for real, law)
for now, war on everybody, listen to me
and if not, there’s rocks you can kick in the streets
eatin’, phones, your thoughts
listen, don’t spit ’em to me (nope)
a lion don’t lose sleep over a penguin and sheep (aha, aha)
now try and vision in me, not enlisted in beefs
liftin’ the pеace, to make your brain drip through your cheek (grrah)
i live what i spеak, i speak what i live
i (uh huh, uh huh) spit for the street, the street’s what i spit (uh huh)
kendrick say he the king now, everybody freaking (why?)
but kanye can run around claiming that he jesus
geezus (geezus)
let’s bring it back to the street sh+t, where rappers used to pump more bass than they speakers (uh huh!)
i’m straightforward, hope i don’t seem timid (okay)
i’m a king around here, and my crown is just being fitted (err)
it’s grind mode everything, long as my team spitting (grind mode)
the spirit of hip+hop’s keepin’ my scene livin’ (uh huh)
sooner or later, they bound to notice me (sooner)
progressive commercials ain’t got more flow than me (nope!)
i’m poppin’ pills and smokin’ weed, while these rappers shootin’ heroin, tryin’ to be open seas’ (hoo+hoo+hoo!)
i’m far from rich, still trappin’ in the gutters (uh huh)
far as a diss, f+ck every rapper and they mother (f+ck ’em!)
i ain’t about the name+drop to make a little fame pop
’cause different [?], don’t ever take the same shot (ba, ba, ba!)
i’m here to smoke booze and flame socks off any rapper claiming that they can hang at my same spot
it’s combat, i’ll give ’em the cold shoulder (hoo!)
and then i’ll bust a spring in they ass, like a old sofa
f+ck how many arms you buried, you no soldier
when i cap off, you get left flat like old soda (hoo+hoo+hoo+hoo+hoo!)
your idol’s [?] play [?] (yup)
i ain’t for the games, i got me a playstation
uh
the doctors in, if they patient
get sent to a better place for trippin’, vacation (bye!)
run your mouth, imma rock it like a sp+ce station on my d+ck through a glory hole
they don’t know who they facin’ (d+mn)
i wanna know what’s bacon, if they caking
i’ll call death out like, tell him his grave waiting (yeah!)
[outro]
ez!
what’d you think?
hahahahahahahahaha
control my nuts!
hahahaha
(you got adhd)

- marshall law usa lyrics

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