The 49ers

"Untitled #49"

Verse 1: Marchitect
I take sucker emcees and make them sissy soufflé (soufflé)
I'm on my own di*k like Richard Nixon's toupee
Pause, for the cause I'll break any and many laws
And let my nuts hang like I ain't wearing any drawers
Pause again, play me cheap like the bargain bin
And get choked out like a car with mad carbon in it
Chicks lining up like the song got Marvin in it
Y'all can't see these raps every word is dark and tinted
Start a business, manufacture a movement
Drop exclusive new sh*t on some Clue sh*t
I'm secluded at my retreat making music
Climbing up the ladder of success like I'm roofing (uh)
Cliques get housed when there's room for improvement
Look you in the pupil like a see through student
Read you like the fine print (yeah)
You talking about you a hustler, but couldn't make a dime out of nine cents

Hook: Gwap Starr
Man a real hot commodity
Peaks to mi sneaks watch di preea dem a watch me
But oh, yo, I'm on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out
Mek dem kno dem can not deal and can not collar me
Violate wi no look di no apologies
No, we on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out

Verse 2: Gwap Starr
Mi want fi know, why some pus*y really afi peer me
Have iron dog talk but no bark when dem see mi
Batty man boy unu go f*ck unu one an other head
Get bus fi di chedda pull di lever feel di ladder
Full up a led it spill ya bladder fix di matta
Mek di ting dem ratta tatta wit di chatta me no badda
Real rude boy pus*yhole go suck ya madda
Portmore mi born but Delaware mi day ya
No man can tell mi bout mi trials and how mi tribulate
Unless you walk Ina mi shoes no say u can relate
Mi play di man way eat di food me Neva play di bait
Mr. grinding with a purpose till Da pearly gates
n*ggas is so late, call Em outa season
Raw but no taste, dudes need seasonings
On some real f*ck a rack I'll get u whacked for no reasoning
Gwapstarr all year long four seasons

Hook: Gwap Starr
Man a real hot commodity
Peaks to mi sneaks watch di preea dem a watch me
But oh, yo, I'm on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out
Mek dem kno dem can not deal and can not collar me
Violate wi no look di no apologies
No, we on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out

Verse 3: Jas Mace
I'm a mastermind that master rhyme dump you in some turpentine
All that and you probably still couldn't shine
In my prime like 2,3,5,7
I seen 11 emcees and now they're all just a memory (just a memory)
Past tense I passed them outlast them (outlast them)
With longevity long enough that everyone can see
That I stick to my guns like attachable infer-reds
Leaving wack rappers dead with a horse head in their bed
Well said, I break bread with the redhead dread keeping my family fed (uh)
I'm fed up like breast feeding on an elevator
I'm a catch you later if you're talking like you're braver
One little, two little, three little idiots
Picked up a mic and now they think they're a kid again (kid again)
They don't grow up, they dumb it down (dumb it down)
49ers don't follow we break ground (break ground)

Hook: Gwap Starr
Man a real hot commodity
Peaks to mi sneaks watch di preea dem a watch me
But oh, yo, I'm on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out
Mek dem kno dem can not deal and can not collar me
Violate wi no look di no apologies
No, we on ah gangsta rout
Dis if you want wi bring di gamgstas out

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