[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias]
Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left.
Why like me? Yo girl been stressed
Past dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed
Dropping science till the bell rang
Shoes had holes so I felt the pain
Got played, so I dont play.
Pockets got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee)
Do they hit my line, coming quick and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up your spine
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. this at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few days
Been a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she move that thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me flow
She dont know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own
Now what I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come down
Cause they know the sound when I come around
From that rebel of the underground
Wassup
[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
You must be a fool to think that I ain't on
And if you think I ain't on
Nigga you must not be on
Cause We On (x9)
[Verse 2: Marcus Orelias]
Everybody knows that we on
It took long getting the buzz strong
Had to strive for it; go and get it
Didnt sleep much cause I couldnt miss it
Now Im sending missiles headed from my mental
To peoples minds on missed missions
Pay attention, when you pay admissions
I used to write, stuck in detention
So move to the beat when the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in another dimension
Its been this way since Ive known microphone
I wasnt known, pre gold chains and nice phones.
Watching talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, when stress prevails and you feel hell
Have no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont quit; show everybody why you
More sick than everybody; watch me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees.
They laughed but its all good to me cause
Phonys fall out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked beats
This fame hit me like a ton of bricks
So you know I move quick, before she turn me on
Cause she knows that we on.
Yeuh
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Marcus Orelias]
Some swear I wear emotions, put it all on my sleeve
Police slap handcuffs, I hit back with these beats.
Sleep; repeat, writing for Katie, Keisha and Brendas.
Stats and politicians see our chances slim.
No slimmer than an art career path.
For the love you slim fast
Dont talk to me when Im in the zone
Snapping to infiltrate every home.
Stop on commercial, incase u missed it.
Im strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to take the breaks off.
Ive waited on this for so long.
[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
You must be a fool to think I ain't on
And if you think I ain't on
Nigga you must not be on
Cause We On (x9)
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