Lyrics Wannabe - Marx

Took some time off to reevaluate
See how the algorithms amalgamate
So now ya rate? Already explained how I'm great
Consistently deliver, never see a thousand plays
Struck gold, victorious with Notorious
The other releases failed to captivate the audience
The same excuses and methods employed
May as well make a sequel to the only one you enjoyed
Three hundred plus shows, you best believe I'm counting
Nobody attends but everyone asks about it
Head was up my own arse but now I'm staying grounded
And will I still be here this time next year? I don't doubt it
Creatively yo I'm on a roll
Bumper sticker for the honor roll
Ya see I might smile, but it's not a joke
The full trilogy nothing but solid gold

I just wanna be lyrically Talib Kweli
I don't live at seven no more but I style like P
Knock one off the score and that's the key to my door
I stalk a kick and snare from a three to a four
I just wanna be rich and famous as Jay-Z
But how can I be when these fools won't pay me?
I start running my guns while you twiddle your thumbs
I'm marvellous on the mic and I'm deadly with drums

Consistently touted as one of the city's finest
And everyone comments they need a work rate like mine is
I don't know what the next line is
Summat along the lines of hi kids, you like violence?
Get your sen off, no I never stopped for writer's block
That's just silly, you wouldn't believe how much fight I've got
And for anyone who might think that I'm shite, I'm not
Unsold stock collecting dust if you'd like to cop
Of course not, you haven't got a spare minute
To have a skeg at all, that's fine, stay within your limits
Far be it from me to extract you from your comfort zone
I'll put it out today, forget about it in a month or so
I'm relying on you for the word of mouth
How the diamonds in the rough get heard about
Customers arriving, need to start serving now
Set my sights on the throne, it's time I earned my crown

I just wanna be lyrically Talib Kweli
I don't live at seven no more but I style like P
Knock one off the score and that's the key to my door
I stalk a kick and snare from a three to a four
I just wanna be rich and famous as Jay-Z
But how can I be when these fools won't pay me?
I start running my guns while you twiddle your thumbs
I'm marvellous on the mic and I'm deadly with drums