Marko in Paris

Leave comments, like, favorite, subscribe. Show a friend. *Lyrics* Rhymes so hard muh fuckas gon sign me/ But first these niggas gotta find me/ im only 16 shittin on tracks, how can these niggas decline me?/ Rhyme so hard its poetry/ Bet ima be known globally/ I aint dope, bitch dope is me/ Walk by and smell my potency/ Party like a rockstar, totally/ Im pocket aces, you aint foldin me/ Lemme show these niggas who dont believe/ how unique i am vocally/ Will i get signed? Hopefully/ All i can do is hope and see/ But lemme express to yall openly/ That aint no other teenager holdin me/ But age aint nothin but a number hoe/ I keep bad bitches in my bungalow/ I control the flow like a puppet show/ My team hold more bills than buffalo/ Ill fuck ya hoe, then duck ya hoe/ Im not gullible, i dont trust a hoe/ Im untouchable when i touch a flow/ You whole fam goes soft, huxtables/ My rhymes unparred, my dimes un flawed/ Markus on stage, its time to applaud/ All yall hoes fake, identity fraud/ Life is a maze, you bitches look lost/ Jane set ablaze, two joints criss crossed/ Bouqets of the haze, heavy weight, rick ross/ Get paid, no delays, money quicker than NOS/ Get frayed like fillet when my lines get tossed// Rhyme so hard, my songs is illegal/ Im a problem, but i have no equals/ Steroid flow, shots from the needle/ Lyrics on swole, vin diesel/ Picasso flow, raps on the easel/ Kick back and relax, shit is so peacefull/ Made one flick now she wanna sequel/ I roll up cheese in the philly, eagle/ I been hard pressed by a whole lotta people/ So my new flow free of a wrinkle/ Polo horse on my shirt, steeple/ I got benchwarm bitches, thats a team full/ You aint single, but you wanna mingle/ Oh he make it wet?, yeah, sprinkle/ I make it reindeer, chris cringle/ Make that pussy pop, pringles/ Im so far ahead of these unsigned niggas/ This that 2 minute hurry, cunchtime nigga/ When im in the booth its lunchtime nigga/ Ya bars kinna small, they funsized nigga/ My bread big, yours crumbsized nigga/ Call it beat boxin, punchlines nigga/ Wake and bake, watch the sunrise nigga/ Body bag the beat, im done now nigga/