Yeah last year we were swingin blades on these corny MCs
This year were dropping ‘em guillotine style

Yeah yo 2003 year of the robot
My mouth will stimulate your head like a blowjob
Once my pages absorb the ink from my Bic pen
My thoughts’ll peak and I develop a sixth sense
That shelter the weak and manage the mislead
So character attacks are nowhere near possible
My effortless attempts to clear obstacles
Has to get under your skin like ingrown hair follicles
Ya think? A Samoan misfit of science
My brainwaves’ll leave you stranded on Gilligan’s island
I’m sick of the rhyming, sick of the liars
I’d rather listen to sixty minutes of silence
I’m nice yo Auckland cities conosuier
I take longer to toast than sesame seed molenberg
Shredding more documents than a crooked cops office clerk
So dwell on that before you drop a verse

[Chorus]
Y’all want it then bring it I ain’t going nowhere
I’ll be here all day, all month, all year
It’s me Mareko, when my records hit stores
It’ll have the impact of a global war
Y’all want it then bring it, I ain’t going nowhere
I’ll be here all day, all month, all year
It’s me Mareko when my records hit stores
Ain’t nobody really gonna pay no attention to yours

The acranomical alchemist
Watching the world pass like a herman on house arrest
Plus the dickless told me to devour the counterfeit
Harder than Deff leppards drummer using his hands to count to ten
Straight up, I get dissed by these corny MCs
that rhyme Mareko With teko
but that juvenile shit doesn’t faze me
coz you suckaz don’t really want it like a deformed baby
I’m known for letting horses out their stables
With intentions to drop then top to bottom on mountain faces
Rearranging your fan bases
Making the backpackers hand back their fat laces
I’m serious yo, obviously evident
I don’t fuck with fags when I play then percentages
Ooops, I mean takin my percentages
When I proof read these biters plagiaristic sentences

[Chorus]

I’m like straight up (straight up), I can’t be touched (touched)
I can’t be seen (seen), I can’t be snuffed (snuffed)
My story unfolds if you ask too much (too much)
Reverse your blood flow make your heart go bust
I’m like straight up (straight up), I can’t be touched (touched)
I can’t be seen (seen), I can’t be snuffed (snuffed)
My story unfolds if you ask too much (too much)
Reverse your blood flow make your heart go bust
I’m the conspiracy theory that travels without secrecy
A radio pirate hijacking your frequency
Fortified, these MCs are falling like Alicia Keys
Flat in chronological sequency
I’m equally gifted with all numbers
A habit of stepping on your lies like long jumpers
Some chap from my past life
Ouija board internet access to the darkside
You don’t wanna drop rhymes
You wanna keep them hidden like the prono archives on your hard drive
Fuck a sharp knife
my blunter side is never getting taken out like the fat girls in high school
my raps burn in side you with a towering inferno
that’s only rivaled by my ego
so kiss my ragga dopest freeflow
for one amigo till that big head fit my sombrero

[Chrous]


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