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lirik lagu marco (oon) - ceramic

[verse 1:]
no type of friendly equals sibling. y’all get hit for others
n-body told these n-gg-s they ain’t supposed to pick they brothers. i i identify most with ‘district’. i can’t switch to color
money, hoes, honor – i ain’t have to pick a color
the come-up came from cutting losses hoe that’s on my mother. draw cross, and point to sky, then murder sh-t. that’s on my brother
hoe, you ain’t never seen no target, huh? i see you looking
icons bend backwards for status. set the bar, but left it crooked
they hooked, and i’m captain hook-less
my eye make me funny-looking
so h-m-geneous, the body must come with a f-cking booklet
this russian judge pen on pushkin. i wouldn’t hate if it pays good
troubleshoot the clique. k!ll who you with, if i put sage to em. oooh don’t touch that there when it’s cooking. my ma gone be hot if i cook and don’t put my foot in it
my daddy gone be proud. i do this to death, and i’ve shook sh-t
not only made from the body. i take, and create the body

[chorus:]
awh sooky sooky
that level gain makin’ em mad, but i’m bouta’ push it
either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how i took it
same n-gg-s bouta’ be on my -ss, huh? they lookin’
b-tch, why you lookin’?
don’t touch that there when it’s cookin'(x4)

[verse 2:]
hand-molded because i broke it
i’m stupid with build impromptu. i started it
his queen need a hand – it’s only a job for artisan
the masterpiece look like swung brushes & blotches – it’s art in it. looks boring, but lit than a b-tch – it’s bob from marketing
bullsh-t just getting started – it’s markkanen
took my homie reggie. if g.i. wasn’t going too far with it. unfortunate and untimely reminds me who marcus is
between your mind and heartlessness – b-tch you goofy! do you got it, or not?
i take two years, then i drop – all losses look nonexistent
f-ck responses, notoriety, especially friendship. boy on my ma
greet frankie with open arms
fake c-cky, provoking karma
pride taking blows through the armor. god
know a n-gg- well. (“what you gonna do now?”) whatever i want to do, gosh!! it’s cool now
it’s getting old. they tell me i’m actin new now
2010 ye mood. a monster. it’s proof now..

[verse 3:]
finally see the surface
it is not more than what meets the surface
an uneven surface – and even then, i succeed the surface
y’all endorsing what’s beneath the surface
b-tch n-gg-, that defeats the purpose
lupe’s ‘stronger’ is stronger than ye’s. now that’s impossible
no metaphors. it’s impossible
threatening nature. peaceful behavior
ooh he blacker than a mothaf-cka
if it ain’t black, its probably wacker than a mothaf-cka
fully groom a nape. blurry doing fades
my fooly will do a trace
then he gone do the race
stressing over delivery. making sure this sh-t gets to you, gets to me
i can’t help you simple to how i express the same f-cking issues
you ain’t stupid. this just convoluted
rule is: you can’t apply lesson, you ain’t no student
(p-ssy is knowledge?)
imagine if she read your mind ahead of time
she gone play shy. that’s that netflix and never mind
p-ssy process no different
similar timid feel. experienced – i’m dead inside. if possible, that sh-t could eat the dead alive. i survived the park – the game gone be cake
real is free-verse. i expose a concrete rose a dandelion
i’d probably never rhyme
preacher good with sermons; bad with funeral service
looking like, “sh-t, he probably deserved it. he tweaked..”
ain’t no such flaw in my motivational speech
know the difference between mega blocks and jinga blocks before you teach a block. it’s me

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