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What's up? The monitors blown
Destiny's calling my phone again on speed dial
Meanwhile the wall in my home is falling
Thanks I'll take another meal of potluck
Don't sweat the small stuff and put it all in a song
Got here before the sound man, they told me 8:30
Waited in the parking lot adjacent to the bar
Wrote a verse in the car all by my lonely maybe
Fate heard me working hard most certainly ain't making me a star
But it's not for that, not for them
A trailblazer can't sit around and count up what it's costing him
See it's a brawl to win, I understand the shoes I'm walking in
I'm blocking up the potholes the population is falling in
Taller than the trees they smoke, old as English 800
Strong enough to break something, greatness is the main function
Press play and you may have done it
Release the fists in the air that could grab your world and run it
We'll make 'em change the rules like Al Cinder and Bill Russell
Rename your disc changer the Mars Ill Shuffle
We see you like the Hubble, the needle bust your bubble
Your team can't even pay for talking about us in the huddle
So subtle that we'll infiltrate your water cooler convo
Bonds will be quoting me at the bridge club tomorrow
Our faces pasted inside of high school lockers
Follow the smoking gun to see who shot ya
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
Twenty years from now my words are still grabbing your nature
Oh, it's like that, I got a lot to say
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
Twenty years from right now words still grabbing your nature
Oh, it's like that, I got a lot to say
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"
Say what I mean in my daydreams and take it in the booth with me
Record execs warn me saying, "Hey son, the truth's risky"
Telling me, "Just make something that's hot right now"
Even though we both know those cats ain't got no style
The talent pool is drowning, fool, skill level is marginal
None of them can see me like Saddam's weapons arsenal
Calling you outside, ride with me you'll survive
We'll make gutter music too hot to ever be denied
I believe in the listening public
And I believe that they're sick of this
Industry that's been giving them nothing
Believe Mars Ill is Nirvana
We're gonna knock out these glam rock and rap star prima donnas
I believe in real honest to God rhyme revolution
I'll take what I was given, here's my contribution
Make deposits in memory banks just to say thank you
Chains soon change to a noose that can hang you
The goal is to educate and entertain you
Make your head nod but still give you brain food
Yeah, you'll find me in the spot on the mic in Atlanta, GA
Where the people are strong and connect with the things that we say
Emcee and a DJ, no instant replay
So throw out your DAT tapes and try to take it easy
We on fame's freeway in the emergency lane
I'm Pete Rose-in' it with the way I murder this game
So fold this page down, everything I say now
Call it how I see it in the yard or in the playground
Simple as a shakedown, legend in the Wreck League
Do whatever's necessary, bring you back next week
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
Twenty years from now my words are still grabbing your nature
Oh, it's like that, I got a lot to say
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
Twenty years from right now words still grabbing your nature
Oh, it's like that, I got a lot to say
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"
"Don't care if I die, still making minimum wage"
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"
"Won't make a comeback because we'll never go away"
"Don't care if I die, still making minimum wage"
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the number one novel"
Yo, it's like that, I got a lot to say
"In the annals of rap, I wrote the dog-eared page"