Marshall Law

I was just a lil brown kid, pellet gun in the Umbros Wasn't trynna hurt nobody only havin fun though Tupac on the discman, yeah I come from among those 80's babies, only God could judge what I have done though If you're trippin I'm equipped n quick to get my weapon on Only twelve, 80 pounds, Hell who you steppin on I got hella moves don't you make me get my Tekken on Blackbelt at thirteen who the f*ck you checkin on A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy Rat tat n matter fact, my backpack had artifacts of hip hop, And this child would lift off with it not Get tongue tied like slipknots N then flow like agua like drip drop Impeccable like tick tock And never would he flip flop Or cave into shit talk Or respond while he's pissed off Cuz this often misleads our straight paths to criss cross N I could just list off a dozen times when discourse on Facebook was disgustting Social media's mistrustin People sayin I'm just busting rhymes For the money, n the fame, I'm just lusting fine, Okay all I know is Biggie, Fugees, Eminem n Pac Taught me how to rap about my sentimental thoughts A white kid down the block told me don't you come around boy Said every racist thing that you could tell a brown boy My homie told me not to worry we gone hold it down boy I shot a couple pellets off, told'em this our town boy