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Mark Battles
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[Mark Battles:] It's Battles Ughhhh Fly America Ugh oh, I'm startin' to think that you in trouble pal Believed in the team and it seems we startin' to bubble now Old enemies tryna' come around But I just leave 'em lost and jealous, Southern Cal My fans say my lines the sickest Metaphors, I got metafives and sixes Yeah, I'm on my grind to get it Porn star, going hard is in my job description Uh huh, see after school is when the lesson starts So even punctuation couldn't question Mark Enjoy the crazy ride, we won't ever park My pilot is to blame for the flame, I just set the spark Ha, ha! We updated the roster The city of Indianapolis created a monster The first to make it from this place, I'mma take it and conquer And laugh in they face cause they hate when we prosper Shout out to my fans we made it look easy Buzzin' 'round the underground its time to take it to TV Believe me [Los:] Los Ugh I tried to push the red line to the Bentley and shiver And take the top back like an Indian giver Indians cap with the wide smile Your girl see my style give me the high brow For the cash out, I follow you to Moscow Don't make me lash out like the follicles under eyebrows My rollies got me sick with ridiculous rage I'm trying to switch the faces like Travolta and Nicolas Cage Rap's my playground and I'm a dinosaur These was just my monkey bars, bars that I was sliding bored Keep yo asses out the deep end I still advance at a stand still without a knee bend I used to write (write) with my left (left) when my right was sore Now I just left (left) the pen there (there), I don't write no more It ain't right no more, what's left to do If you could write what I don't have to write, what would be left to you Sickest rapper livin', glad to see em learn I couldn't catch the flu, cause it ain't want to have me in return Los [Mark Battles:] Los, what up? Shout out to the whole bad boy camp Diddy, what's good? It's Fly America Fly high or get flown over They told me not to do it, so I did it Man, they just hatin' on my crew, and now they with it How terrific Simply about business, I'm hot with my words I'm like Sesame Street, you can watch me and learn Got me a turn, now I'm tryin' to profit and earn Consciously firm, so it really got 'em concerned My spot is deserved, yeah man I'm runnin' it right Man the stars will handle bars like the front of a bike Struggle and fight until I'm loving my life Road spells, hotels and, buckets of ice for a couple of nights Stayed and we jumpin' on flights, wonderful heights Lord blessed, we must've done something right So I go by my real name for a big reason Give you all of me, I'm never misleadin' Praying that my music get to spread through the regions Could've gave up, never begged never pleaded Even through the struggles you will never see no tears either So sing along or bring it on you little cheerleader It's Battles!
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