Текст песни MARS (Dream Team) [feat. AZ, Redman & Styles P] - Cormega feat. AZ, Redman & Styles P
Though
I
walk
through
the
Valley
of
Death
I
never
got
lost
or
took
cowardice
steps
I
move
honorably,
gained
a
lot
of
respect
Saw
of
poverty
but
wouldn′t
trade
God
for
success
In
fact
maybe
I'm
too
advanced
for
crack
babies
My
impact
is
similar
to
Basquiat
paintings
Visually
fascinating,
reality
rap
- not
the
fabricated
We′ll
have
you
anxious
to
sell
weight
Feds
are
patient
like
architects
building
cases
The
foundation
is
information
I
give
in
my
lyrics
ain't
easily
assimilated,
my
pen
is
crazy
I
went
from
livin'
on
the
edge,
to
the
realm
of
greatness
Was
willed
here
to
exist
if
this
is
continuation
of
skill
revealed
in
music
we
originated
Then
places
full
of
napped
hair
melanated
Descendants
of
slaves
who
found
ways
to
elevate
it
Gray′s
anatomy,
amazed
with
duality
I
inhale
to
propel
through
polarities
Rap
reality,
trapper,
actor
or
athlete
Choose
carefully,
use
vernacular
accurately
None
after
me,
number
four′s
factually
I'm
the
core
conquistador
of
the
faculty
Bastard
seed
black
fatigues
Prestigious
since
Ellesses
from
the
master′s
league
Master's
weed,
placed
on
a
mantle
with
the
Jack
Daniels
Ruger
strap
with
the
wooden
shellac
handle
Tap
the
sample
of
proof,
cop
and
bounce
Never
announce
financial,
losers
stop
to
count
Lost
but
found
was
both
in
the
same
breath
The
souls
remains
fresh,
every
dose
came
correct
To
gain
respect,
hoodie
on
for
the
goons
So
fuck
the
fake
cop
that
shot
little
Trayvon
I
rep
my
city
hard,
I
live
for
it
I′m
like
a
shotgun
blast
when
I'm
recordin′
I
bring
down
the
house
like
Steve
Martin
You
can
smell
weed
when
your
boy
pre-boarding
Call
me
Delta,
you
can
earn
air
miles
Tracks
like
dirty
laundry,
I
air
it
out
Redman
like
a
movie,
I'm
Paramount
That's
why
they
imitating
me,
like
Weird
Al
Boy,
in
the
club
I
get
budded
Gilla
House
general,
nigga
don′t
butt
in
Circle
around
the
block,
tell
′em
I'm
coming
It′s
no
VIP,
I'm
in
like
Bruh
Man
But
I
kick
back
and
roll
purp
up,
yes
And
write
an
ill
flow
when
the
surf′s
up,
yes
I
stay
grindin'
when
the
thirst′s
up
Hip-hop
my
bitch,
watch
how
I
work
her!
Short
nights
make
the
days
longer
And
your
problems
start
to
weigh
on
ya
Gotta
pray
when
they
prey
on
ya
Feel
kinda
funny
when
the
four
pounds
stays
on
ya
You
think
it's
much
better
to
hustle
for
European
luxury,
American
muscle
It's
bricks
or
bread
in
the
duffel
or
two
long
guns
Beware
of
the
leather
to
touch
you
Thinkin′
is
it
better
to
crush
you
or
just
walk
away
Looking
at
your
neck,
put
the
hawk
away
The
pain′ll
remain,
the
rain'll
wash
the
chalk
away
My
problems
way
[?]
walk
away
Swimmin′
in
the
waters
with
the
great
white
On
a
highway
but
you
don't
see
my
brake
light
Seven
days
in
a
week,
I′m
on
the
8th
night
On
the
dark
side
but
I
ain't
bring
a
safe
light
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