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melo – black market // march freestyle lyrics

[verse]
my talent is 22 acres
i mean two lakers
kobe and shaq to be exact, i’m too major
only in fact, i’m too whack for you actors
i’m too rigid, i’m too bland to do bangers
i spit anchors
every single track made is a grand anthem
every single shot taken will get an answer
will get a mix and a master, engineer scream “he a natural”
way bigger fish to fry
and fixed at buying the whole d-mn strip in time
the clique ent-tled to way more credit than i am
unit, we don’t ever need no hypeman
east side n-ggas doin east side tings
this is what the east side brings
bout to give you east side chills
n-gga chill

am i ever gonna quit? h-ll nah, i’m too lit
i take charge, i take off
blazing your face with these bars
amazing, the pace is a wave of ars
the game brace up for these bars
melo is an ace in they cards
a chase and a race against odds
i came to reclaim the game, v. dot is a threat to fake stars
bout to get the cake, you ain’t hard
i’m that n-gga
i ain’t here to distract n-ggas
the fact is i’m mad ill, collapsed liver
active, i add sh-t from past k!llers
apologies for that tape it had fillers
i’m past good enough, you ain’t been to the hood enough
we struggle and we hustle and we putting up
we work for them saying we ain’t do enough
my n-gga we past good enough

look, i’m a man of action and action leads to reaction
so when em n-ggas is acting up, i’ll never be p-ssive
made a habit of laughing at em
coz whoever gave em a mic, did em dirty like eve to adam
cease the bandit, stiff clique, the crew magic
loose language, how i speak is a new anthem
bruce banner flow, i’m hulk inside of a mansion
with bad intention to smash everything that i’m grabbing
who are you and what the heck have you done for the game?
you ain’t reppin’, you ain’t a soldier, you in for the fame
you ain’t been in a single cypher deciphering lames
off of the top with no pen or pad and the pressure of flames
i’m under self pressure, i spit my best sh-t before i blew up
your weak -ss defence crack, blasting a few up
my attack status is setting some mad standards
i shoot first, stack bread then i ask after
you’re not nice, your bars bland and your style average
stop lying to everybody, you’re not savage
this, to me is practice
if i started spitting real bars, i don’t think anybody would manage
rap addict
had some trouble writing, but now i’m right back at it
wright phillips, the right foot doing mad damage
i could do this the whole day coz my brain m-ssive
crash landing into the game ntwana take notes
the takeover of real sk!ll not the fake quotes
stay close to the real deal baba pesos
ace flow, i’m on call n-gga, case closed
k unit bringing a caseload
my god, i’m a shooter, i need sh-lls, i just finished mine
i been aiming at everybody coz n0body nice as i
i display timing, impeccable flow, all tied to some great rhyming
that’s the recipe for what melo be
kabulaya fela, like fellas with many felonies
hardly under pressure, ng’yapressa that’s what the method be
do it for mandelas, the h-lla credit and debit fees

- melo lyrics

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