Marc Buchanan

[Verse 1:Lord Sko]
Nobody finding you real you've been two step behind
I've yet to find you climbing the hill
I never checked the time, just kept the sides but y'all gonna spill When you eat and they gon' try to take a bite outta your meal
I still fuck bitches of every color and creed
Tongue and cheek I could discuss it ugly and clean
I spill my feelings real I ain't keeping nothing discreet
But the dumbest [stuff??] covering trees and muddy and leaves
They might not understand me I gotta cut out the beat
This musical [??] rapping I make them jump out the seat
I'm for thе throne fumble the gold coat of gleen
Bе seeing double you just the one to suffer defeat
Only time I see a L is while I shuffle the weed
It's coming to me get drunk and puzzle my piece
Put together an idea that they gon struggle to see
Painting pictures naking scriptures finding beauty beneath
Make a living off a splitting what I truly believe
Take my business on a mission misconstruing the ruling to the illicit
You skip the movie a scene, rip the script and proposition
Keep the trick up my sleeve if the Renaissance is beating
Welcome to the museum abstract arts, y'all mascots
Loving the scene when the Lords cast on the broads runnin with ease
Marijuana out the glass jar along for the scheme
Get a chuckle from me funny thought you fucking with me
Yeah
I've been finding messages in the bottle from sipping it to the bottom
I witness this [slick bravado??]
What's a king to a god if he missing his arm
He was a god to a citizen who been listening sharply
If the clergy never heard me, then go send him this song, please, And tell him dig for the meaning I'm presenting it properly
Go to Clayton reverse herard the death of McCartney
When the church burned heard he first sermon it lost Me
I'll close curtains and leave you don't hurt and don't cross me
This green earth don't turn slower wishing them Godspeed
Yeah, I'd say I'm kind of worthy kind of sobered up
Conosouir of every monologue so not to worry
I'm spitting off the wall a lot of charming all the fury
Plus my heart got at the service and it's [served and working??]
You cannot deter me I'm on some other shit
I hate that all these average motherfuckers think they run this shit
Your favorite rapper act like a bitch but I still be sonning 'em
Said you with the bird you a puppet like Snuffleupagus
Running shit I see you tripping stumble in front of him
If these bastards talking fabric I'm pulling the rug from under room

[Verse 2:Bigg Dogg]
Oh, Lord sko told me get 'em so I got 'em
Pull up with the side so you know that it's a problem
Money Manhattan boys, you can never solve him
Brilliant rap's a pussy ball like Brazilian wax
I spit facts on dope tracks real rapping at heart
And after dog smoked gas while we dodging the NARCs
DTs in the gun squad trying to move tec
If they stop me in the streets I just tell them I rap
I can't help that I'm from the back block of the west
With packs get off and chicken heads
Ain't no opportunities for those stuck in the cycle
Shooters letting threes go from the line like Michael
The more like Curry need his money right in a hurry
My vision good see the path clearly nothing is blurry
Lord Sko that's my dog young bull got heart and he rolling with the dog
So it's more than just ball need 1 million or 2
Leave you breathing out of two ball splitting up the equilibrium And leave you bruise face bloody on the news
Ain't no fucking with my crew Upper West Side CNT3
Money is the most
Sipping Rosé with Henny when I'm smoking something cool
Politicking with this bad joint who wanna love the crew
This shit awesome I was born around the flossing
Even when I broke my mind tell me I be bossing