Текст песни
Only nigga going broke to tell your favourite rapper fix up
Man on Mars, I hold the mic like the shit's stuck
In the mixture with your girlfriend and your sister
And I'm 'bout to pull some bitches, fucking right I go the distance
I got faith and no religion, that's for those who chose to listen
Keep it locked, I'ma keep it flowing, ain't no prohibition
Only pressure that I'm under is to overthrow the system
Ever since maths class I opposed the division
Rose to the mission call, escaped the prison walls
Saved the damsel in distress and broke the kissing rule
She look like Suzy Analogue, call me Bobby Digital
Press the wax then we ship it like we fishing schools
Ayy, think I need a getaway
Sick and tired of looking back and forth to my better days
All I wanted was to resonate
Until somebody told me I should leave it on the resume
Life gave me nothing, stir that syrup in the lemonade
Words paint pictures, mixing disciplines like MMA
Hit 'em with the special move
Keep it flowing like Al Capone when he peddled booze
Shot the sheriff and the deputy
And I'ma reunite them with their colleagues if they question me
Fuck a compromise
Stare down the clergy through a monster's eyes
They ain't worthy to the one and only otherworldly
Off to a head start, left my mother early
Pessimistic 'less you puffing Percy
Patrick Bateman, Jean Paul sports bag with the matching fragrance
My bitch is advantageous
Niggas' raps ain't up to scratch, you lack imagination
Ain't worth a rack in Asia, I need my cash and paper
Crack a brew with my cracker neighbours at barbecues
Laughing while we argue who spend the most on their garden tools
It's the future generation, I'm just passing through
Top of the afternoon
Man on Mars, you niggas ain't even past the moon
Shout to the dark side, product of apartheid
Every bar fly turn a rapper to a barfly
I'ma do it 'til I done it, ooh, bar fly
Not to mention plummet