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letra de black boy marc - $marcx

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-gga who knows what the future brings?
but i know i won’t make it behind no d-mn computer screen
gotta get up, get out, make money and progress
any f-cking 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 p-ss a p-ss 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 h-ll
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
d-mn 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
(d-mn) 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-ggas 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-ggas my age that’s dead!
f-ck the k!lling, man, let’s blow some dank instead
n-gga pull up a chair, and put it in the air!

[hook]

[skit]

- marcx

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