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letra de exhibit c - mar$ gram

[verse 1]

it’s mar$ gram the chosen one fear the new imperial, era taking place you can hear it through the stereo, here we go listen the stories of a soldier, i started off rocky but i’m only getting bolder, it’s over, the day you see me pull up in a wraith is compensation for days ain’t have food up on my plate, you wait, i’m finally moving in my new apartment, at 21 i did plenty more than many done said the game already lit they just waiting for you to spark it, i laugh at em cause there ain’t sh-t they can do to stop it, my pants sagging i got two banks accounts in my pockets, the fans clapping after i finish the verse, i spit the miracle words n-gg- i did this sh-t first you can get back handed if you don’t talk to me like a sergeant, back to business this lyrical fitness spitting steroids makings fair points ima rare coin you have to witness it, rapping what my vision is, clairvoyant tearing joints in half like ligaments, that’s my premises ima set the standards, militant with flows like a rhyming vet commander, pure in being rich my dialect is grander taking european trips i’m flying jets with spaniards soon before the glitz my life was getting slandered but i knew i’d be immense i just had to let my plan work, get the hammer, put the nail in your coffin, the sickest rapper out i took the male diagnostics these bars are good in yale, harvard the hood or brail, when they tried to give me time i hooked the bail then i’m off it, n-gg- i got options, you do whatever your boss say, spitting my written’s to floss skipping the pause inching beyond great, b-tch i been flipping the script n the laws dig it the kid is a gift from the gods kicking a different mod get with the cause listen to nas tape, illmatic you n-gg-s i’m still at it, really i’m back give me the mac n i will clap it king of the rap bringing the p-ssion to build cl-ssics spilling the facts fill in the cracks of my sk!lled tactics swinging a bat injuring tracks that i k!ll raps with, phil jackson of the game a mastermind, putting plays together to get my cash in line, asinine to think your rhymes as fat as mine all i needs a mic to blow up like i’m the jackson 5, strategizing ways that i can grab the prize i dismantle guys go -n-lyze my battle cries, maximize your status not what you lack in size -stead of acting shy you have to rise like dragon flies, ask the wise i bought my fortune from knowledge, not courses in college they got to force a deposit, thoughts storm in my conscious about as large as the amazon, yes they bitter i turn to mar$ when the cameras on grab my blessings quicker by counting stars in babylon, get the picture i’m tryna protect the scriptures, the holy god flow’s been stamped with my best signature it shows in the gospel i’m the chosen apostle every word’ll be set in stone with the bones n the fossils you won’t wanna cross roads with the goat in his hot zone, don’t beg to differ your bars on par with none of mine no respect for quitters the stars are far but some align, not checking twitter it’s hard i started running my, empire setting fire to bars they oven fried, cutting ties with government like some russian spy self destructive lies the reason you’ll never touch the sky, once you find the moment to seize n take it, go in the streets invasive n smoke this beat till it’s wasted, showing emcees the basics so homie just keep your day shift, peep the greatness i still display on a daily, raps gonna crash the market like real estate in the 80’s, that’s why i got my cape on promise it won’t take long to save the game ima mixture of wayne n shady, ye n jay-z no longer watching the throne, keeping my eyes on it these prophets all lost control the lock-ness monster of flows h-ts comets rockets n drones it’s over for your career you’ve lost the props that you’ve owned and i’m so ahead of time don’t got a clock in my home, pick the beat n i strip it of dignity you will never get rid of me my soul lives till infinity and beyond my pen is on different levels of energy bridges bombed like the pentagon when i enter vicinities they left, dead in the middle of little italy little did they know mar$ a villain who be k!lling these writtens lividly picture me sixty deep in your home like it’s trick or treat with the chrome let the trigger squeeze i’m exposing your vivid memories, sipping hennessy going pac on my enemies give me serenity god i gotta find me a remedy jiminy cricket he’s stacking benji’s pennies n kennedy’s this is the trinity with abilities to k!ll willingly still, spread positivity for the kids get tranquility show us humility don’t be filled with greed trump n hillary clinton literally holding us mentally back from liberty, ima sick emcee never spitting a simple simile syllables stacked with symmetry sing the song it’s a symphony signing out see ya son this is exhibit c

- mar gram

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