Accolades (feat. Huey Briss)

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Mark Saunders

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Imperative
Meddling
Emotionless decorative
I'm enhancing the regimen
Tryna better the estimate
Yeah, you rebuke
The paths taking of fugitives
Locked intertwining my notes
I'm musically incline to what's transpire
Your old dense anecdotes
Have Marky petrified
And what you scribble
On an iOS device and android
Consist no literary devices
I took a quick vacation
From resorting to violence
GET LIKE ME
A nigga cannot ever recite
Such a righteous matter
A master of his craft
Who had the craftsmanship of Huey-P
The arithmetic of many deeds
Meticulous
Please go peep
A peep show
Marky truly reaps
What he sows
Stitching together Cleo
Patra patios
This all by design from my dispatch
So, I became a carpenter
And double backed
Double the trouble man
Man, we all have the same 24
Except my 24
The chemical fluid radiate hustling
But you wouldn't be aware
Man' Man
So, beware the penmanship
Man' Man
Money's the root of all evil
But Benjamin's a benefit
Epileps
Sure I slip
You some tips
Spread the word from the wise
Tutelage
And protection is a must
Therefore, before I bust
In the game
I cover up
My mess
A run on sentence is what is formed
No weaponry formed against
Constituents of Megamind
Invader Zim hmm
Shall prosper
The monotonous
Niggas is stail
But I reframe from nitpicking
So, I'm speaking in Braille
For the dainty transmissions
I don't want a person around
Who doesn't carry ambition
I'm licensed to carry the weight
Of the world on my shoulders
Wait
Man, man
The accolades mean nothing without the pain
Before you get praise just think what I overcame
Before you criticize just look what was in my way
You could move the cards
A spade is still a spade
The ace of all aces
Gotta bet on myself
Rather roll with the winners
Then be dead on the shelf
Either be a dead homie or be locked in a cell
Reminiscing bout the future as I puff on a L
Well
Don't be scared now
Church on the move
We got everything to gain and we got nothing to lose
Time is no excuse
Modify the deuce deuce
Now I gotta boot
Gotta hurry up and shoot
Ugh, yea
And the shoes gotta swoosh
This is something that I do
Niggas lucky I ain't you
I'm living proof
Aye
I'm living proof
Aye aye
The gatekeepers let me slip through the back
We need your name on the list
To hit the shit that we at
I'm running game and I'm about to hit my victory lap
In my lane
I ain't never have to pivot in fact
I'm young, rich and I'm black
The prison is pack
The promise makers
But I'm popping I ain't dealing with that
Gotta make it so Yolanda could just chill and relax
Alot of acres
Really, it don't get no bigger than that
Man' man

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