Marisol in Aerosol

Marisol In Aerosol

Cash gone ebonic
And squares don't want it
So all that's left is to bolt chromes on it
I'm superdupersonic
It's nothing ironic
The women love to hear my vocal tone on it
While brothers zone on it
Spaced out like a comet
Shakespeare never freestyled a sonnet
Sly and robbie
In the hotel lobby
I took it serious
You said it was a hobby
Now they saying I Am Legend
I hold a weapon
Like the final scene in Seven
You think I'll see a thug in heaven
My amplifiers go up to eleven
My escalators go up to the penthouse
Now I'm picking girls out of playboy or penthouse
I need to a start fucking website
These bitches fuck
Yo they think I'm a celeb right

They made a legend out of aerosol
These streets threw up a piece
It looked just like Marisol
When she wasn't even there at all
Sometimes I wonder why
I even care at all

What's your best record
Play me your best song
And if you think it's better than mine
You dead wrong
Take that back to your campus
Brothers been producing since your girl
Was rocking pampers
You got a way to go
Before you like Cash
Before you all international
All world via satellite
Time stops the very moment that I
Grab a mic
I represent I MC and allathat
I allathat with the beats plus the baller rap
I'm shocked that that's what you would call a rap
Call your cable guy
Maybe he'll install a rap
I'ma hit the pay-per-view
Cuz I'm holding mad green plus the paper too
Haters say they gon attack me soon
It can't be much cuz I'm still laughing
At Jackie Moon

They made a legend out of aerosol
These streets threw up a piece
It looked just like Marisol
When she wasn't even there at all
Sometimes I wonder why
I even care at all

You semi-close
But semi-pro is still semi
Wihile I bang that Guru
Smooth B and Greg N.I
C.E I'm all that I wanna be
Don Cash where that good
Marijuana be
I changed the game
And I ain't Mozart
Critics need to take that
Back to the flowchart
Everybody know the kid flow hard
Born to win
It don't mean
I ain't work hard
Everyday we on that grind
I wasn't born with a lot
So what I got I had to find
While they acting like I been
Left behind
I'm just trying to find
Some kind of peace of mind
What becomes of the brokenhearted
All things must pass
Sidewalks of broken glass
So the concrete shine like gemstones
We pushing bentleys beemers and benzos

They made a legend out of aerosol
These streets threw up a piece
It looked just like Marisol
When she wasn't even there at all
Sometimes I wonder why
I even care at all