Marshal

I know my name ain't Marshal When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble I know you got cars but you just can't zoom I listen to Donda when it's half past noon I pick up the pace while you're gettin' tattoos Now I'm wearing old boots while you're wearing new shoes A groom verse(us) a buffoon A big alter to a grim tomb I thought we were brothas Why'd you have to leave so damn soon (Ay) I know my name ain't Marshal When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble Like a mouse trap Like a big cat I just sit back Waiting to attack But I know that Ima get crap From every single scum bag I admit that I'm a bit wack So I kick back Waiting for these rappers To see what happens When they stomp on my feet and I just SNAP... I know my name ain't Marshal When I clothe these beats but I don't grow partial Every bar that I say is a piece to the puzzle So excuse me if you're gettin' confuzled I shoot these threes but my name ain't Russel I got these chips but they ain't just Ruffles I sit and watch the industry crumble as I listen to stumble and fumble Don't try to stop it, it's so out of pocket It's kinda like swapin' your partner a wallet You might wanna drop it, it's so anabolic Its kinda like all of these 'roids I be poppin' The suicide hotline, you might wanna call it You don't wanna cop too much pills at the market You're nearing the edge You might wanna watch it This isn't the pit you deliberately fall in Now I go hard Now I can snap As I slither though all of the cowardly acts Used to call cap Used to be mad Now where do all of these lean rappers be at Learn how to write Learn how to rap Learn how to properly set me a trap Don't need a map I know where I'm at I'm running right through my fifth victory lap Y'all best fear me I'm not even a quarter of a century deep And I raise ears clearly And I'll never stop Even when the crown of my head is touching the ceiling There must be some evil plan in his brain that he is currently scheming Lurking just around the corner he must be patiently Waiting for the days to come when the mallet hits the drum... Same as a Xylem and Phloem A cell is the only thing you have to go in You know it I struggle to unveil a worthy opponent I search and I spin in a rotating motion I am writing down all of these flows I assume and pursue a eerily terrible focus I have many horses debajo this hood It is kinda like I'm an Evora de lotus Gettin' a taste of the sweet and the sour I spit at like 98 miles an hour You might have to charge me with battery Cause I am using up all of criminal power You might as well say hungry Cause I am eatin' up all of these rappers like chowder I just cooked you over and under So don't make the child scream any louder