Ayo I came out swinging like Babe Ruth to face truth
The bass boost from NJ to Beirut
Hemingway with the pen it's a suicide
Who am I? Just a poet in the booth denied
Turned into a super guy, I'm just here to unify
Disappear inside the lab, appear with a few of my
Friends, it depends what I mean when I say it
The mic is my BF despite all the BS
Write when I'm depressed, ignite like dynamite
I offer you rhymes, a portion of mine
Nah never do that, there's rules when you do rap
You better move back, no crew, yeah you knew that
Solo is dolo, no don't rep a city
I go from New York then a Peter Pan to Philly
Feel me like you understand right where me from
Loving life 'til my little man under the sun, word
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Ayo I eat rappers up at the bottom of the food chain
Always been different, but I never wore two chains
Crawl on all fours in the search for that loose change
When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains
Doesn't even matter if the situation's right
I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration strikes
Proceed to flip and take the mic but that might instigate a fight
Done a few things mate, I know what adoration's like
See? It's like I stepped through a time warp
Back to a time where the rhyme states that I saw
No one move an eyeball any time I might talk
Still chat shit, Bart Simpson with the white chalk
Sat in silence screwfacing at the bar
One Desperado's please, oh thanks, you're a star
This fool keeps telling me I'll never go far
I said "hold on a minute mate, look at where you are"
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Mahdhacka comin correct outta Bristol
Straight direct shooting a few bars, ballistic missiles
No issues, 100% pure rawness, making people wipe up what they spit with some already used shit tissues
Ain't got anything positive to say to me, then that mouth is only there to be misused
Be on this game strict and talk mad crazy ghoulish like that rotting corpse off tales from the krypt
Rubbing others up the wrong way like a finger to a clit
It's about time we all lickadee split, and that's it
About time we all lickadee split, and that's it
It's the UK to the US of A
Comin' across that pond with mad things to say
Marx - Lead the Blind (feat. Tha Soloist & Mhadhacka) Lyrics
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Ayo I came out swinging like Babe Ruth to face truth
The bass boost from NJ to Beirut
Hemingway with the pen it's a suicide
Who am I? Just a poet in the booth denied
Turned into a super guy, I'm just here to unify
Disappear inside the lab, appear with a few of my
Friends, it depends what I mean when I say it
The mic is my BF despite all the BS
Write when I'm depressed, ignite like dynamite
I offer you rhymes, a portion of mine
Nah never do that, there's rules when you do rap
You better move back, no crew, yeah you knew that
Solo is dolo, no don't rep a city
I go from New York then a Peter Pan to Philly
Feel me like you understand right where me from
Loving life 'til my little man under the sun, word
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Ayo I eat rappers up at the bottom of the food chain
Always been different, but I never wore two chains
Crawl on all fours in the search for that loose change
When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains
Doesn't even matter if the situation's right
I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration strikes
Proceed to flip and take the mic but that might instigate a fight
Done a few things mate, I know what adoration's like
See? It's like I stepped through a time warp
Back to a time where the rhyme states that I saw
No one move an eyeball any time I might talk
Still chat shit, Bart Simpson with the white chalk
Sat in silence screwfacing at the bar
One Desperado's please, oh thanks, you're a star
This fool keeps telling me I'll never go far
I said "hold on a minute mate, look at where you are"
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Mahdhacka comin correct outta Bristol
Straight direct shooting a few bars, ballistic missiles
No issues, 100% pure rawness, making people wipe up what they spit with some already used shit tissues
Ain't got anything positive to say to me, then that mouth is only there to be misused
Be on this game strict and talk mad crazy ghoulish like that rotting corpse off tales from the krypt
Rubbing others up the wrong way like a finger to a clit
It's about time we all lickadee split, and that's it
About time we all lickadee split, and that's it
It's the UK to the US of A
Comin' across that pond with mad things to say
The bass boost from NJ to Beirut
Hemingway with the pen it's a suicide
Who am I? Just a poet in the booth denied
Turned into a super guy, I'm just here to unify
Disappear inside the lab, appear with a few of my
Friends, it depends what I mean when I say it
The mic is my BF despite all the BS
Write when I'm depressed, ignite like dynamite
I offer you rhymes, a portion of mine
Nah never do that, there's rules when you do rap
You better move back, no crew, yeah you knew that
Solo is dolo, no don't rep a city
I go from New York then a Peter Pan to Philly
Feel me like you understand right where me from
Loving life 'til my little man under the sun, word
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Ayo I eat rappers up at the bottom of the food chain
Always been different, but I never wore two chains
Crawl on all fours in the search for that loose change
When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains
Doesn't even matter if the situation's right
I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration strikes
Proceed to flip and take the mic but that might instigate a fight
Done a few things mate, I know what adoration's like
See? It's like I stepped through a time warp
Back to a time where the rhyme states that I saw
No one move an eyeball any time I might talk
Still chat shit, Bart Simpson with the white chalk
Sat in silence screwfacing at the bar
One Desperado's please, oh thanks, you're a star
This fool keeps telling me I'll never go far
I said "hold on a minute mate, look at where you are"
It's the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego's or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind
Mahdhacka comin correct outta Bristol
Straight direct shooting a few bars, ballistic missiles
No issues, 100% pure rawness, making people wipe up what they spit with some already used shit tissues
Ain't got anything positive to say to me, then that mouth is only there to be misused
Be on this game strict and talk mad crazy ghoulish like that rotting corpse off tales from the krypt
Rubbing others up the wrong way like a finger to a clit
It's about time we all lickadee split, and that's it
About time we all lickadee split, and that's it
It's the UK to the US of A
Comin' across that pond with mad things to say
Writer: Angel Vergara, Martin Guymer, Merv Hemborough
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid