Sure by the MarXman Lyrics
the MarXman - “Sure”
[Emcee(s): the MarXman]
[Producer(s): Darren Henson (Original Instrumental from Jill Scott - “Slowly Surely”)]
[Intro: the MarXman]
Wait, slow down, slow down, slow down. You, you sure you want to do this?
[Verse 1: the MarXman]
Slowly the only way to be sure
Ill enough to know what to say to be cured
Came ill on the boards, pressing “Play” and “Record”
Thoughts under locks, so my data’s secure
Grateful too. Pac’s pops made a Shakur. The fates
Follow through, even when they are ignored
Running straight home to face if
And when I make hits, did I cover the bases?
Sex on decks, she connects with the earth
More or less, birthed by the mother of all the races
Daily, we suffer, no major buffer
Tough it out, tuck it in. This stuff makes you tougher
So curvy, them jeans will never fit your butt enough
Lost my train of thought, I’ma have to catch a shuttlebus
Picture a thousand words, no filter
Screen your bed, see me like cities did Godzilla, but
Slowly, surely assure me
Personally, not sure how much longer
Those close to me are gonna wanna endure me
In perfect form only when performing
Off-stage, I’m ruined, a human
Chasing stars that are always orbiting
Slow, so, before I bust up at the seams
Rub it in while I dream of hustling the cream
I’m cool in the pleasant sense, mind
The future, body in the present... tense
So your presence is heaven-sent
Living it. Something I can feel? You giving it
Legs crossed makes an “X”—I’m hitting it
Intimate positions emanates rhythm with
Mixed feelings in a different blend, licks
Will quiver since I’m making ligaments bend
[Emcee(s): the MarXman]
[Producer(s): Darren Henson (Original Instrumental from Jill Scott - “Slowly Surely”)]
[Intro: the MarXman]
Wait, slow down, slow down, slow down. You, you sure you want to do this?
[Verse 1: the MarXman]
Slowly the only way to be sure
Ill enough to know what to say to be cured
Came ill on the boards, pressing “Play” and “Record”
Thoughts under locks, so my data’s secure
Grateful too. Pac’s pops made a Shakur. The fates
Follow through, even when they are ignored
Running straight home to face if
And when I make hits, did I cover the bases?
Sex on decks, she connects with the earth
More or less, birthed by the mother of all the races
Daily, we suffer, no major buffer
Tough it out, tuck it in. This stuff makes you tougher
So curvy, them jeans will never fit your butt enough
Lost my train of thought, I’ma have to catch a shuttlebus
Picture a thousand words, no filter
Screen your bed, see me like cities did Godzilla, but
Slowly, surely assure me
Personally, not sure how much longer
Those close to me are gonna wanna endure me
In perfect form only when performing
Off-stage, I’m ruined, a human
Chasing stars that are always orbiting
Slow, so, before I bust up at the seams
Rub it in while I dream of hustling the cream
I’m cool in the pleasant sense, mind
The future, body in the present... tense
So your presence is heaven-sent
Living it. Something I can feel? You giving it
Legs crossed makes an “X”—I’m hitting it
Intimate positions emanates rhythm with
Mixed feelings in a different blend, licks
Will quiver since I’m making ligaments bend