Marquo Vitali - MARCY lyrics

[Verse 1] New black soul My front pockets a gold mine in this new black coat I'm the new rap goat And track 16 gon make you use that quote Born legend born winner y'all born second To dude so even my elders destined to lose War tested battle scars but never lost tho They records is highly questionable Dan Le Batard flo, rap gallardo Premium status they medium average, I'm XL Eatin em savage in need of some challenge And Mr Duckworth done pushed the rim up Well I'ma catch the lob double clutch it and hit my chin up boy (UH) This is my hova flow Bars devilish but the sk** from Jehova tho Spittin dope and hope them biters overdose And either way the streets'll be pickin these bars over those Marquo walkin strait outta heaven Stompin heads in the gra** with these snaked out elevens And for the sake of ya garden I'm replacin ya reverend I'm bout to deliver the gospel check ya psalms for the reference [Hook] Serve the lord with fear and celebrate his rule with trembling And 1 Corinthians 13:11 said I ain't kidding 1 Corinthians 13:11 said I ain't kidding [Verse 2] And this is a revelation (and god as my witness) And no reprieve I'm attackin the beat with ease Bars immaculately concieved young apacolypse with a mead I'm an acid trip at a michael bay action flick k**ed the lead Then I grabbed the chick, scratch that all the main actresses got my seed (UH) So point me to every Huntinton She ain't a star yet but as long as I'm up and coming then Its all gravy after that tryna find me a habitat To snap them tracks back to back all shwazye No Patrick cuz I ain't need no light or no camera to get action All I needs a mic its a hammer in my status No freestyle my influence is all gratis What I'm doin is all practice see I been rockin this since my sixth year Needless to say ain't none of them touchin this gear And pardon my backsliding thats just my outerwear But the inner pages been so amazin they never doubt I'm there to [Hook] [Verse 3] Paintin sounds to record on them pictures that I been spittin Holdin the mound to preserve the flamers that I been pitchin Over the ground observing the spaces that I'ma christen My legion of the militia they follow like a religion Cuz this is that verbal holy water where every worthy baptism occurs Inverted triangles coupled with Rosaries And still finding my angles leave puddles off in a hosiery And I ain't the best supposedly But what the future supposed to be I'ma oversee That new black soul My front pockets a gold mine Cuz I'm the new rap goat