Louie Vega - Black Boy Marc lyrics

Man play me something my Mama can step to! S/O to Masta Ace & The Juice Crew [Nina Simone] "That BLACK Power! That black, pushing them to identify with...black culture" [Hook] Now if you feel me say 'YEAH!' They calling him a breath of fresh air Black skin, black lips, nappy black hair! And black never scared to rap from his heart He like the Black Mozart, Hahahahaha THAT'S BLACK BOY MARC *repeat "Hahahahaha BLACK BOY MARC' until end of chorus* (repeat) [Verse 1] They be like "Marc when that tape gone drop? I gotta cop that! That #MamasYoungest was bumping, how you gone top that?!?" I always make the effort to make the next one better If you ever ask me if I feel pressured, YESSIR But I ain't tryna be Nas, Jay, Pac, or B-I-G I can only be me, but you know society They always gotta make comparisons, but that ain't really fair to him The legends got the throne, but that don't mean that I'm the heir to them Right now they the Kings! I just wanna do my thing Like Hakeem & Kareem win BIG with my team No time machine, so n***a who knows what the future brings? But I know I won't make it behind no damn computer screen Gotta get up, get out, make money and progress Any f**ing job is better than job-less Especially in college, I ain't getting no younger If ain't no Money coming in then it's gone be a long summer [Hook] [Verse 2] My smoking habit gotta cease, I gotta pa** a piss test But that ain't for 2 weeks, so I don't have to quit yet Even though I rap well, I'm still just a black male Destined for jail, my time coming fast as hell Heavens no! You never miss a day as a professional If I took a season off, I'd probably have an episode That's hard to swallow, thank God for weed edibles Now my Moms ain't gotta force me to eat my vegetables Rappers telling stories that didn't actually happen But we all know it's more money in acting than rapping I came a broad-way, from playing ball in my hallway Mama pause me, and then slap me on my bald fade Damn them was the days, cussing out the bus driver Getting wrote up, and sent home. Now I'm much wiser Sippin Budweiser, praying I'm forever young Doing things that's never done, still the best is yet to come! I ain't even 21! It's just a matter of time before Money get his slice of the honeybun I ain't even 21, It's just a matter of time before Money get his slice of the honeybun [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm in the booth dropping scriptures of literature So I know it's a contract awaiting my signature If living in the suburbs hurt my credibility Then you need to re-evaluate yourself as a listener People got short attention spans If you ain't talking about shoes, Basketball Wives, or "FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM!" They ain't trying to hear it, it's Lies over Lyrics It's all about appearance or whoever dress the weirdest I got a humble spirit, they say that I ain't ratchet They questioning my blackness, because I ain't tatted Or rat-a-tat-tattin, man even out in Jackson Gotta watch my back whenever I be cruising through the traffic (DAMN) But that's why I don't do the club Cuz they don't play the music that I love The good girls always want a thug, if you ain't throwing dubs Then they treat you like a scrub, n***as shooting over mean mugs But, I love my hometown! This where I lay my head I'm glad for life, I know a lot of n***as my age that's dead! f** the k**ing, man, let's blow some dank instead n***a pull up a chair, AND PUT IT IN THE AIR! [Hook] [Skit] © $MARCx 2013