Mad Minute

Man, what the f*ck is up with all this love shit I'm The Mad fucking Martian I'll keep writing, until I'm old and grey Watch me dive in a world so far away Not meant for normal eyes You'll be mortified of this place This is where, all my thoughts conglomerate They're getting more refined We are situated in The Martian's mind Filled with rough diamonds and inexhaustible mines But I'm still trying to translate my findings Into products with an affordable price Most of the time I feel like my head is up in the sky But then I realize that I'm a space guy tryna cope by Aiming for the stars like the James Webb Telescope As an antidote to a normal life This is my approach to survive On these waters, keeping my boat afloat By jotting rhymes and riding a flow Until the end of time 'cause this is all I know (who) The Mad fucking Martian I'm indomitable, I won't be pacified Man, I'm so comfortable when confronting these negative comments 'Cause I know, they are lacking a sense which is common My confidence is starting to blossom Getting compliments from the people who matter Giving me the motivation I need to get better That's part of the reason, I'm so consistent in delivering all these different pockets like a cargo pants Inkblots on my pants pocket, 'cause I can't stop it Take my gat and cock it Turn the studio into a shooting range Using tracks as my targets Rapid firing raps The Mad Martian is about to commit the Mad Minute Oh, you don't get it Get some history lessons, so ahead of my time That I'm living in the past Sweat is dripping off my head Blood is leaking out of my pen I can't slack, hate punching the clock I would rather punch the bag It's like I'm investing in stocks But I ain't getting anything back This is it, we are almost at the end of the album