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Mars Ill Raw Material

I'm the fly on the wall who's watching each and every bar fight I'm the brick wall backdrop that's decorated in the starlight Mars ILL, we do battle deep

radon, laced with syntactical blows Expose heads like photos to Jehovah, broken at His feet Rock hard like concrete to glorify the Most High? Regardless, I rip flawlessly raw

[Verse 1] I rock spots with top-notch communication On time like a stopwatch while others keep me waiting Pop lock to a beat box while taking potshots

[Verse 1:] It's there and it's here, it's far and it's near All my hopes and all my fears are manifested in the sphere It's distorted but it's clear,

[Chorus:] that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under the sun that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under

[Verse 1:] I think, therefore I am fresh, stand next to the next man And can bless fans, decks and mics Come correct like I was right, but when I write

[Verse 1:] Put reverb on my vocals, I don't want to repeat myself Like no one else before or after on the grill of the mic Mars ILL, in the still of