G&E Music - The March lyrics

[Grouch] Let's do this March We goin' on a little march y'all Put that right foot out They call me the Grouch, at 6'1" that's my height overall Cuz that's a light and yell complexion though my brain never stalls Look for rain; I revolve around this planet like I own it Developing my style, mother f**er don't try to clone it Yes, I hone it in my basement, you're replacement is near If you hold the mic too long you'll get smeared like a queer And I appear, like 39 go deep beneath the level, of the sea you seein' me So why are you yellin' devil? Man, I've been shovelin' that sh** for hella years and I'm no rebel But I always speak my mind when over the ba** and treble Time to face the kettle that calls that pot black back But that's not the way to act Then that's not the way to react We cap lyrically, affect you spiritually Let the music do it to your soul on a whole [Eligh] I would like to know the reason why we As an underground family always get the third degree 1000 watts of meat knocking MC's right out of their seat Marcher on the beat with crooked feet to the concrete 4:20 is sparked on the Dark Side of the Moon Searching for the distortion so I slide through the saloon Hoping to catch a train to escape this brainless yield Take this stainless steel Army qualified shield to my chest Armed to the "T" in armor, I be a city farmer Plantin' my seeds with a 2000 degree regulated ho Can't be faded though by the sleet or the snow My crops grow Regardless of this system-eco Keep my ego in check like a needle to the neck of a feeble balloon speck Always on deck My sh** never gets out of proportion I'm a doctor of abortions For hollow lyrics born with no spirit If this rhyme describes your rap content then I refuse to hear it I'll be on BB repeat To have the media retreat And take their seat in the fires Heat, as we fire this fleet of hip-hop beats over oceans of space Using weapons of ba** to encase your skull Like a gla** box I'll be the last to jock and first to rock a show with a poet I respect Not on Star Trek but I check my grounding By evaluating all my immediate surroundings I know you hated my dismount while you discount this pounding It's called cranial drowning I'm the founding father of my survival You can't stop the arrival So pop the cork when the stork drops them Grapes of Wrath Don't need to be up on calculus to calculate the math So when my sh** jocks I'll make sure my sh** rocks Smokin' that nuclear bomb I'll die known as spinny-ox [Grouch] They call me the Grouch at 20/20 that's my sight overall My vision never fails, I prevail and watch you fall Small people try to act as if they're equal but they're not Always gabbin' in your ear, offerin' somethin' they don't got But I can spot them in a crowd of many thousand from afar I stay away from them, like women do my car, but are We gonna be ourselves? That's truly the question If I catch you frontin' to me that's the end of our session Of bein' friends; I'm seein' men fallin' deep into the cracks So I'm peepin' into raps so I can sleep, on my back Between the sheets; call my fleet when I awake Forever work on music and make the beat till I... break