"2PAC IS STILL ALIVE IN CUBA" lyrics
MARTY & Propaganda Lyrics
Can you hear me out there?
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Quit saying you're the best, you gotta show me
We headed for the top like nosebleeds
My lunch box is contained
Baked ziti, aunt's cannolis
Yearbook pics with gold teeth
To survive here, you need hands like goalies
I came to talk to your boss, you an employee
Gotta leave room for God, sometimes I'm a control freak
I ain't do it for the trophies, I did it for the sixteen-year-old me
Uh, all heads telling me they get that feeling back every time they hear me rap
This can't be the same Marty from Cops
Heard he started his own label, they thought he would flop
Made 'em fix their face, I ain't talking Botox
It sounds like real music, but they talking 'bout God, okay
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing
I won't play with you
I did the calculation in my head
I double-checked, went to the internet
Triple-checked, made sure the decibel's impeccable
Better yet, California earthquake stress test
Gave the game more until it rumbled the floor
And that's a thunderous applaud from the city of God
Where a gang of archangels juggled the crossfaders, proud
Stayed true when the church gigs stopped
And the music outgrew your youth groups, who's who?
Favorite rock bands' brains cooked off 4chan
And old soul main goal is to find your hands
Waving in full unison
Craving the same aim like staying in the same groove we in
And the vibe is like dilla and sufjan done moved in
It would behoove crews to lose your whole delusion with
They be asking where Marty at
Next to Elohim's cardiac, boy, okay, yeah
Everything we do is just different
I don't see this ending well, I'm making my presence felt
The catalog stupid deep, been here since 2012
This ain't new to me, Italian jewelry
Girl, this ain't a pepper, just stick to charcuterie
I'm bringing the culture back, these L's is duty free
They asking me to freestyle, but I wouldn't do it for free, ha
They got me opening up, even the crowd looking back like, "who is he?"
Uh, yeah, reading the Word, I need a refresh
I got faith even though I ain't seeing it yet
That's the key to success, I keep seeing the steps
I'm giving God what's His and keeping the rest
Uh, what you think we doing out here?
Too many rappers outside, y'all should choose a career
Y'all ain't doing it here
It's that real hip-hop, yeah, we do it for real, uh
Everything we do is just different
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Quit saying you're the best, you gotta show me
We headed for the top like nosebleeds
My lunch box is contained
Baked ziti, aunt's cannolis
Yearbook pics with gold teeth
To survive here, you need hands like goalies
I came to talk to your boss, you an employee
Gotta leave room for God, sometimes I'm a control freak
I ain't do it for the trophies, I did it for the sixteen-year-old me
Uh, all heads telling me they get that feeling back every time they hear me rap
This can't be the same Marty from Cops
Heard he started his own label, they thought he would flop
Made 'em fix their face, I ain't talking Botox
It sounds like real music, but they talking 'bout God, okay
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing
I won't play with you
I did the calculation in my head
I double-checked, went to the internet
Triple-checked, made sure the decibel's impeccable
Better yet, California earthquake stress test
Gave the game more until it rumbled the floor
And that's a thunderous applaud from the city of God
Where a gang of archangels juggled the crossfaders, proud
Stayed true when the church gigs stopped
And the music outgrew your youth groups, who's who?
Favorite rock bands' brains cooked off 4chan
And old soul main goal is to find your hands
Waving in full unison
Craving the same aim like staying in the same groove we in
And the vibe is like dilla and sufjan done moved in
It would behoove crews to lose your whole delusion with
They be asking where Marty at
Next to Elohim's cardiac, boy, okay, yeah
Everything we do is just different
I don't see this ending well, I'm making my presence felt
The catalog stupid deep, been here since 2012
This ain't new to me, Italian jewelry
Girl, this ain't a pepper, just stick to charcuterie
I'm bringing the culture back, these L's is duty free
They asking me to freestyle, but I wouldn't do it for free, ha
They got me opening up, even the crowd looking back like, "who is he?"
Uh, yeah, reading the Word, I need a refresh
I got faith even though I ain't seeing it yet
That's the key to success, I keep seeing the steps
I'm giving God what's His and keeping the rest
Uh, what you think we doing out here?
Too many rappers outside, y'all should choose a career
Y'all ain't doing it here
It's that real hip-hop, yeah, we do it for real, uh
Everything we do is just different
Bring it on if you think you can hang
