Marion Morrison

[Verse 1] The world is unjust So I don't plan to do the beat justice DOOM set the bar so high it's got the munchies Here we are, check the breath Forget the mic, discover if I'm dumb or deaf Ask me how I embody legacy, it's no games I'm here to match the set Bet for five and I'm countin' on ten Stones Throw paid the man and I gave them cassettes And they sold like it wasn't a dead medium Then he could feel the ghost of those that preceded him No presumptions Here to crush and watch people malfunction like Johnny Five or somethin' But it ain't easy winnin' over fans who's waitin' for Jaylib 5 and Madvillain 7 That's why I'm working everyday I realize the asshole that's parked in my space And by those I mean the weakly ignoramus with nice teeth, abs and got some dumb shit to say You and I are not in the same lane I speak deathbed regardless of where the cards lay Best cover your heart with Leba spray You shouldn't touch this brother like a wet coat of paint I'm here to force the rap world motion To the final frontier, be it space or ocean I came king from a towel boy, know my name Jonwayne Iller than that fucking actor cowboy (Ahh, don't clap, you know you don't mean that shit) [Verse 2] Aw, fuck you, I'm on the fringe, Mackelmore ain't got shit on me The next person to give me the white handicap Daps gets diced like the cheese that you beat Get slapped like the beats of ???? Rest in peace The bass never cease, the coffin never creaks 'Til I'm deceased, but my fans plead with me to keep singing decrees I will, when I'm up in the scene, I can feel the whole room sink 100 degrees As if it couldn't handle their mind free of disease, they put on their pleather jackets and leave They don't wanna hear the truth They'd rather turn up, pop molly and shoot the juice You would rather do lines then hear 'em So I'm on the backburner as I contemplate the serum Not the syrup, dammit, don't make me stir up the pot and smoke you out like the Neighborhood Watch So what I got the hood watchin', I been had the coast buzzin' from Long Beach to Stockton But I still got a long way I'm hoping this mixtape will take me over the bay Even your Momma knows I deserve it by getting the platinum plaque for outstanding service I'm here to force the rap world motion To the final frontier, be it space or ocean I came king from a towel boy, know my name Jonwayne Iller than that fucking actor cowboy