Blacts Marinate (Ft. Dame, Josh Marks & Tymmyt)

[Verse 1: Marinate]
Excuse me
I’mma need you to step back
Real quick
This is a full clip
Don’t shake my hand
I ain’t getting shook out here
Been the man with the plan
And the hooks you hear
These new rappers
Not much different from slave masters
Enslave ya ears
Telling you what they want to hear
And y’all just deers in the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain’t saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I’m still painting it
The red is blood from the pain
The green is something to gain
The black is from my skin
Yellow showing my win
Blowing in the wind
Are the ashes of all my kin
So tell me
What we goin change
And why all these tunes
Sounding the same
They see my reputation
And they say I gotta bolster
I ain’t gonna hold ya
Gotta wake up drink some Folgers
Trapping almost the
Easy way
Route the government want
Me to take
So I seize my way
And honest living be
The hardest thing
Especially when everyone
Round you dying
And holding a clip
Oppression becomes depression
Eventually
They don’t see the system
Was never set for we
Just like how that fake
Becomes the real
Put it on the reel enough
And eventually it’s how we cope and deal
I got more for em
I got more for em
Hot tea for thought
We goin pour it
For em