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letra de sideline speech - mars ill

(verse #1, manchild)
i got these blind musicians watching me listen to their songs/
and i think they? re catching on there? s a chance that i might not belong/
they got it wrong behind the rabid barks for justice/
where you can support the cause from where the movement never touches/
dearly beloved, i can see the devastation so clearly/
and the night sky protects me when i? m running with the moon/
i wanna help the lepers, i just don? t want their sickness near me/
i guess if you can? t sing the song, you can try to hum the tune/
i got these dues i? m paying and i guess i? m almost even/
when i was stepping to the a.m., i could have sworn i caught ya? ll sleeping/
i rhyme for a reason beyond the regional limits that block them/
my double-sided tongue is sharp and it can? t be boxed in/
they? re caught between some rock/rap fusion garbage/
and a hard place to taste the truth and everybody makes do/
hey you! yeah, i? m sorry, you don? t get to play today/
but after my crew wins the game, you can soak the coach with gatorade/
it? s safe to say you? re a ways away from the action/
your image is imaginary and this song is love-tapping you on the shoulder/
and asking,? is this what you had planned?/
while i? m slapping? em senseless, you can feel free to bystand?

(hook)
can? t really see from the cheap seats. can? t hear unless you listen/
can? t get on the field and play if you don? t got the right equipment/
can? t hear what you? re saying unless you step up to the mic/
wanna see life? well this is what it looks like/
can? t see from the cheap seats. can? t hear unless you listen/
can? t get on the field and play if you don? t got the right equipment/
can? t hear what you? re saying unless you step up to the mic/
wanna see life? well this is what it sounds like?

(verse #2, manchild)
conspiracy theorist backpackers, you don? t have to run any faster/
the government? s not really after you, kiddo, you? re just a rapper/
but slave masters to exist, so point at them and wave your fist/
media? s agenda becomes the mark on your head and plus your wrist/
this is just in case you doubted that mars ill was about it/
we linked with bigg justoleum for this public service announcement/
you are not your outfit or the car that you drive/
commercials keep you needing what you don? t really need to survive/
you grow sedated, addicted to a lifestyle/
planned parents become barren, juggling a choice and a child/
of course it? s a trial to speak loud and walk straight/
i? ve found a voice is a terrible thing to waste/
wake up! take up your cross-section of the populace and follow/
you? re not promised tomorrow/
so just move, move, we can? t stop speaking until they all know/
we? re not promised tomorrow?

(hook)

(verse #3, bigg jus)
seminal mimicry trickery gloomy cavalry garrisons/
who battle charlatans who love night targeting/
the faintest comparison imbalancement crucially embarr-ssing/
so woefully inadequate/
staring at other rhyme ancient and tailored so m-ssive/
armchair quarterback chemical ali hazmat/
you? re just a little boy in a bubble with unrealistic dreams of a rap body double/
and rhyming as a meal-ticket/
that? s why this culture got you lovesick/
born word eternal, life orbit, keebler elf timing/
couldn? t even flow on beat if the kick and snares were color coded/
with dreams of a new bullet-proof 7 all dubs and silvery/
but you lack any b-ss in your voice, cadence or delivery/
and there? s already been two agatha christie unsolved rapper murder mysteries/
don? t let the sharks smell the bl–dy chum in the water/
and start a feeding frenzy/
sometimes i feeling like i? m in an underground purgatory/
trapped between materialistic playa gunfire/
and suburban nerdy voice, funny voice falsetto/
war pr-ne with a howitzer patrolling the 33rd parallel rhyming no fly zones/
with homeland security all tainted and corrupted/
if you ain? t coming with that? 88 daddy kane r-a-w/
like it was on the eve of destruction/
trust me, don? t even touch it/
or get left on the side of the road and circled by buzzards/
or fossilized in some tar pit/
we call it cr-ps now they be triple and doubling it/
ever since tupac? s style gave birth to quintuplets/
biting is not a birthright, you starry eyed chipmunk/
gazing in the 18-wheeler headlights, waiting for the collision/
soccer-mommy waste of battle ammunition/
so younguns, we lop? em off earlier than circ-mcision/
stay hidden, jiminy crickets and all is forgiven/
this was craft worked at dust? s crib/
then manchild slid to haunted gorilla silver back mountain lion of judah/
these bear paws hide zirconium claws made for pouncing/
even though i don? t eat meat anymore/
it? s just order of selection prototype/
mc? s look tasty like melon, tofu and curry rice. mmmmmm/
succulent with the slightest hint of lime/
way up in the nosebleed seats with torn acl? s on the sidelines/
coming rougher than one time with colorful things that go b-mp in the night/
and magical 180 reverse suplex clotheslines/
you need to slow down and think twice/
you ain? t a risk taker with the flow. you? re a risk taker with your life?

(hook)

- mars ill

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