SV still on the move fella, you should put a U between those letters
Bad to the bone I'm no where near a good fella,
Aspiring artist but raised by the hood fella,
Yeah probably would make a good stone seller
But while they throwing stones I'm aiming at Stones Throw,
Cuz my village was slum, anything you can imagine got slung
On the corners where the drugs dealers hung,
In the winter they would bring it to the buildings,
I swear the drugs dealers could have been teachers
Instead they handin out work to the children,
Uh, did I lose you there, it's more to come better get prepared,
It's more to life then coppin a pair of airs
Put your feet into these how they feel,
A little tight but they loosin up with time, by the way I meant the rhymers
Hip Hop ain't dead it just got a bad line up,
So wack MC's fade, at this point I'm the barber
Still ball Marion is my alias
Mark my words they even dig my echo, cuz every issue I deliver is complex
So subscribe to the rhyme that I'm kickin,
Turn the knob to the right if you feelin, this
