[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
You already know what I'ma do
Push your hairline back more further than what Akon's barber do
Spit in your face like a llama do
And leave your grill smoking like a barbecue
I'll eat your food like Dahmer do
Be thy name who art in heaven like our father do
This is the marksman's chronicle
I call a jackass quicker than Obama do
My features bang like my LP shit
Just need a label that can sell these chips
No counterfeit Gucci, no LV shit
That boy Fame peep the truth, can't tell me shit
For the dinero I bring the heat like DeNiro
Across seas, niggas play me in Nero
Let it bang, let it bump
It's the marksman regime know what I mean
Throw it up, what's up
Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top
No question I send your ass back right to the essence
Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science
Then I react like a convict and start killing shit
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Lyrical ability has given me something to strive for
Via rhyming I'm providing for my children's needs
And enlightening industries within it be
It's really deep how a pen can potentially
Prepare you to fulfill your dreams
Are achievable there is no need to envy me
If you're a winner mentally you're capable of many things
I'm a man of integrity when you look at my legacy
You'll see consistency, skill and longetivity
I went from shooting to aiming for positivity
I kill a mic religiously, since a teen
I was dealing because fame was still a dream
Reality was it for me
I see so many die, I'm trying to live in peace
They be continually existing well physically
God MCs know I will give them Hell lyrically
I'm a nightmare to anyone who still asleep
Wake up and apologize, I been elite
You already know what I'ma do
Push your hairline back more further than what Akon's barber do
Spit in your face like a llama do
And leave your grill smoking like a barbecue
I'll eat your food like Dahmer do
Be thy name who art in heaven like our father do
This is the marksman's chronicle
I call a jackass quicker than Obama do
My features bang like my LP shit
Just need a label that can sell these chips
No counterfeit Gucci, no LV shit
That boy Fame peep the truth, can't tell me shit
For the dinero I bring the heat like DeNiro
Across seas, niggas play me in Nero
Let it bang, let it bump
It's the marksman regime know what I mean
Throw it up, what's up
Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top
No question I send your ass back right to the essence
Dealing in my cypher I revolve around science
Then I react like a convict and start killing shit
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Lyrical ability has given me something to strive for
Via rhyming I'm providing for my children's needs
And enlightening industries within it be
It's really deep how a pen can potentially
Prepare you to fulfill your dreams
Are achievable there is no need to envy me
If you're a winner mentally you're capable of many things
I'm a man of integrity when you look at my legacy
You'll see consistency, skill and longetivity
I went from shooting to aiming for positivity
I kill a mic religiously, since a teen
I was dealing because fame was still a dream
Reality was it for me
I see so many die, I'm trying to live in peace
They be continually existing well physically
God MCs know I will give them Hell lyrically
I'm a nightmare to anyone who still asleep
Wake up and apologize, I been elite
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