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the marxman - no, thank you. lyrics
the marxman – “no, thank you.”
[emcee(s): the marxman]
[producer(s): [?]]
[verse 1: the marxman]
while y’all are drinking ace out of the house, i’m spades
i’m paying closer attention to the mounds of graves
dirty like the water where the scoundrels bathe. who you
referring to, yo? the whole crowd is on stage now
(yo, yo, yo, uh oh) your eyebrow raised
pump the perfect pushup to put the pounds on page
letting sounds spray, leaving the town unscathed, i’m just
trying to get us to a future where we lounge all day (hey!)
(hey, h-hey, h-hey!) nah, but, for real, good looking
to my homegirl—she know how much i love good cooking
her brothers who never let me fall too low to catch me and others
from different mothers, most considered close as family
i can feel the force of your approval ‘cause, usually
power so deeply rooted, i’m unmovable, but, rather, un-
-usual. you wouldn’t know me well if you switched
the songs to a ritual. rigorous, cold, and difficult
and there is a role for this slimming individual, bringing in my sense of
innocence within our globe, but, yo, y’all don’t hear me though
(haha) as a kid, videos played in the music
box, slim, suede, adidas, man, on shoes. it’s
hot (so hot). what was new was copped
the whole world want it all, shops with shoes restocked, but
as the beat knocks, i will hold down the fort, but don’t
you ever underestimate support. i thank you
[verse 2: the marxman]
yo, thank you
to mom, dad, kevin, and dave—y’all are my refuge
cousins, aunts and uncles, one niece, and two nephews
all my old friends who knew me way back when, um
hunter college and the cataclysm, my
friends just kind of invited me to the nuyorican
couldn’t be the beacon, non-dreaded, and, head, it was booty-seeking
oops. want to know the sight? when i couldn’t find a seat
i was forced to listen, took me smitten, audible bliss were the words i’m missing
out on. history was then written
as poems that i deeply enjoyed spitting
flew out my oasis. “oh, hey, sis!” m-a-r-
-c fires a&r to be an mc—now i
remember and i couldn’t go on all day about how
we made you step aside, and, with a squad called [?] enter-
-prises, and if you’ve seen us when we ran the house, what is
the last thing that we told you going out? we told you
“thank you”
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