Aint No Fkin Title by MarQui Carey Lyrics
[Verse 1: MarQui Carey]
Respect my skill and acknowledge the steeze
And my ability to kill these verses and beat with ease
Rebel against the routine other rappers will rue this teen
I do this so my pockets can be environmentalists go green
When the compartments in my pantaloons change hues
My pockets will experience another color than the blues
Money talks to me but it often says goodbye
And we'll have a better relationship before my soul goes to the sky
Man cease with this sob story let's get back to the glory
Of the shit I spit it makes the scene gory end of story
My words are genocidal and my flow is homicidal
Hearing the murder that I kick makes your career suicidal
Remember it's down the road not across the street
Tell your career to kill itself properly
I am the most inadequate to mediocrity
Won't be surprised in the next few years somebody mocking me
[Verse 2]
This is malevolence in literature some rude thoughts in poem form
They sleeping on my lines operators inhaling chloroform
I never will feed into these critic clowns
That's why my rhymes keep flames beneath their asses now Bobby Brown
You never heard any one this excellent
Make your career chuck the deuce like monkeys with excrement
Throw away your rhyme book I think I made it obsolete
Kill the beat now this session is not cumplete
Competition is unheard from the king of spoken word
Who's spitting something absurd some of this shit y'all don't deserve
To experience on a track or a freestyle none of that
Only nigga with an A-K attached
To his tongue and his brain play with this gun you will be slain
You will be sprayed with my ignorance for your insolence
When it comes to my flow on these beats I'm too relentless
Bars for the century call it the life sentence.Period
Respect my skill and acknowledge the steeze
And my ability to kill these verses and beat with ease
Rebel against the routine other rappers will rue this teen
I do this so my pockets can be environmentalists go green
When the compartments in my pantaloons change hues
My pockets will experience another color than the blues
Money talks to me but it often says goodbye
And we'll have a better relationship before my soul goes to the sky
Man cease with this sob story let's get back to the glory
Of the shit I spit it makes the scene gory end of story
My words are genocidal and my flow is homicidal
Hearing the murder that I kick makes your career suicidal
Remember it's down the road not across the street
Tell your career to kill itself properly
I am the most inadequate to mediocrity
Won't be surprised in the next few years somebody mocking me
[Verse 2]
This is malevolence in literature some rude thoughts in poem form
They sleeping on my lines operators inhaling chloroform
I never will feed into these critic clowns
That's why my rhymes keep flames beneath their asses now Bobby Brown
You never heard any one this excellent
Make your career chuck the deuce like monkeys with excrement
Throw away your rhyme book I think I made it obsolete
Kill the beat now this session is not cumplete
Competition is unheard from the king of spoken word
Who's spitting something absurd some of this shit y'all don't deserve
To experience on a track or a freestyle none of that
Only nigga with an A-K attached
To his tongue and his brain play with this gun you will be slain
You will be sprayed with my ignorance for your insolence
When it comes to my flow on these beats I'm too relentless
Bars for the century call it the life sentence.Period