Lion's Den (feat. SickInTheHead, Cortez, Dungeon Masta & Bangz)

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Paul Marz

Paul Marz is a musical artist whose genre can be described as alternative hip-hop. He is known for his introspective and thought-provoking lyrics, which often touch on personal experiences and social issues. With a unique blend of melodies and wordplay, Paul Marz has garnered a dedicated fan base who appreciate his raw and honest approach to music. more »

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Yo, listen
They had high hopes, inspired
With grand desires of glamorous lifestyles
But they lazy, now they tired
Round the corner, the grim reaper standing with a smile
He could go and get them now, or wait a little while
But they time is almost up
They never came through in the clutch
The queen said behead him, another one bites the dust
Sick of being a crutch, I've helped people enough
Bout to turn the pressure up, by not giving a fuuuuuck
Enough said, feel the cool breeze, or the rough wind
The money trees in the field grew out of the bloodshed
The sun black, the moon red, hope your time was well spent
The earth trembles end to end, I manifest with a pen
Was formed from the dust, I've returned once again
A hybrid half-bred, half-living, half-dead
If I listen to the silence, I can hear what God says
I hear something, they hear nothing
That's the difference, Amen
From out the back of the skull with the bullet
Came through the door, tripping but never lost his footing
I put in the revolutions around the sun
And always put my foot in the crevices
I'm what you need, no deficiencies or deficits
I done started off on level six and done leveled since
Entrenched within my psyche
The likelihood of you sniping, me is unlikely
You don't strike me, like a lighter to a book of matches,
That's ashes, my Cassius Clay, fantastic,
Move like water when I'm splashing
In the ocean, crashing through the shores
Into the doors of madness
My pen is the wand, as I perform, I sprinkle on the magic
At my will, at my wheels, burning rubber at y'all hills
Bowling ball em, make 'em do cartwheels
Deers caught in the headlights,
Antlers got stuck up in the grill,
In the sky he's flipping still,
Playing by his own set, the vetting is crystal clear on the vet
You can quadruple check,
My name changed but my Google stretched
Like an ankle sock
I'm putting in that pain like an ankle lock
Wasn't trained to break a block
But I can break 'em, through the table top,
We was getting it from Marco
They sending it as cargo,
Ten bricks in the Tahoe, led the trips to Monte Carlo
We was running through the interstate
Shipments from the Narcos
I even ran fields out in Denver like a Bronco
We was on go green light, shit you never seen type
Burials cost, I charge a steep price
You tell em what they want to hear
I tell em what it be like
I leave a rap a leakin then ask em what his streams like
For thinking he could cheat life
Blast goons, gash wounds
Shit I took part in fades and rocked a half moon
See the clip curve, don't disturb,
We twist herb, treat the block, like a business
And the fiends on my interns
We was on that strip turnt, drip f*ck the slick words
I get incensed then it's lit, we letting sticks burn
Brooklyn, we hit curbs
Gang gang, rollers on his head like big worm,
I gotta get it this turn
Get the drop on you, you people heard of camel clutch
Put that mop on you, no hesitation, smoke a dutch
It's remarkable, I'm so talented, well, pretty much
Who's the village idiot? the slugs will touch you
No wonder you over, people don't f*ck with you
The solution is, a lot of y'all really deserve to get slapped
When people out there do the dumbest shit, what the f*ck is that
It's funny how I rub the little shit off my shoulder
Your stupid heart grow colder, burn bitches bolder
You never been in a real life or death situation
My son right now is facing life behind the situation
Can't tell me shit the grind, keep the money elevated
Or get the extended clip, cemeteries waiting
Suicide doors, war stories mean nothing
You motherfuckers ain't tough, the rough is nothing
Stuntin' only stumped you up
but you don't want the smoke
Not at all you heard
Get 'em a Soda
Stupid dummies,
Yo shout out to Paul Marz
Cvlt shit don't know why they keep letting me in here
I was blinded by the digits,
I'm reflecting in somebody else's room, clearly I'm blind
Now I got visions, my streets only steered me to crime
A pupil of the streets, I can still hear the wind, carry it's cries
Our only hope was a tragedy, I literally stare at the skies
Facing my fears, I remember tears wouldn't dry,
Hell, I saw my spirit in fires, to put an end to demise,
Now my mirror appears to be mine
See myself lay down, not without infinite tries
I tried till I'm winning, they say that I'm living a lie
But how can you lie if you living
Boy, I stand tall, y'all couldn't measure up to a giant
But I'm still trying to understand y'all
Pussy's
Damn dog my life is a movie, and it's a risk to cats
Because I'm hands on
Forced to grow up quick and that shit is apparent (a parent)
Not a sun shining, but night time is what gives me the clearance
blood and bone whenever shit is at stake (steak)
So I show them the rarest,
Now cameras flash
Every time that I making appearance, God

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