Dog Eared Page Songtext
von Mars ILL
Dog Eared Page Songtext
Whassup
My monitors blown, destiny′s callin my phone again on speed dial
Meanwhile the wall of my home is fallin
Thanks, i'll take another meal of potluck
Don′t sweat the small stuff and put all in a song
Got here before the sound man, they told me 8: 30
Waited in the parking lot adjacent to the bar
Wrote a verse in the car all by my lonely, maybe fate heard me
Workin hard most certainly aint makin me a star
But it's not for that, not for them, not for them
A trailblazer can't sit around and count up what its costin him
See it′s a brawl to win i understand the shoes i′m walkin in
I'm blockin up the potholes the population is fallin in
Taller than the trees they smoke old as english 8 hundred strong enough to break somethin
Greatness is the main function
Press play and you may have done it
Release the fists in the air then you grab your world and run it
We′ll make em change the rules like alcindor and bill russel
Rename your disc changer the mars ill shuffle
We see you like the hubble
The needle busts your bubble
Your team can't even play for talkin bout us in the huddle
So subtle that we′ll infiltrate your water cooler convo
Moms'll be quotin me at the bridge club tomorrow
Our face is pasted inside of high school lockers
Follow the smokin gun to see who shot you
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
20 years from now my words are still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Write this down and come back to it later
20 years from right now words still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Say what i mean in my daydreams and take it in the booth with me
Record execs warn me, sayin "hey son, the truths risky"
Tellin me "just make somethin thats hot right now"
Even though we both know those cats aint got no style
The talent pool is drownin fools, skill level is marginal
None of them can see me like sadams weapons arsenal
Callin you outside, ride with me, you′ll survive
We'll make (gutter) music to hot to ever be denied
I believe in the listener public
And i believe that theyre sick of this here industry that's been givin em nothin
Believe mars ill is diviner
We′re gonna knock out these glam rock and rap star primadonnas
I believe in real honest-to-god rhyme revolution
I′ll take what i was given heres my contribution
Make deposits in memory banks just to say thank you
Chains soon change to a noose that can hang you
The goal is to educate and entertain you
Make your head nod, but still give you brain food (page 2)
Yeah you'll find me in the spot on the mic in atlanta, g-a
Where the people are strong and connect with the things that we say
Mc′in and dj, no instant replay
So throw out your (dat?) tapes and try to take it easay
We (on fame's freeway in) the emergency lane
I′m pete rose'in with the way i murder this game
So, throw this page down, everything i say now
Call it how i see it in the yard or in the playground
Simple as a shakedown, legend in a rec league
Do whatever′s necessary, bring you back next week (oh)
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
20 years from now my words are still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Write this down and come back to it later
20 years from right now words still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
My life's a book with the chapter 3 missin
I'm an open book, number one?
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
My life′s a book with.
Dog eared page (x3)
In the annals of rap
Number one...
Don′t care if i die still makin minumum wage
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Won't make a comeback because we′ll never go away
My life's a book with the dog eared page
Don′t care if i die still makin minumum wage
In the annals of rap i want the number one?
Yo, it's like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Nothin less than that, plus a whole lot more
And whole lot more, and whole lot more
My monitors blown, destiny′s callin my phone again on speed dial
Meanwhile the wall of my home is fallin
Thanks, i'll take another meal of potluck
Don′t sweat the small stuff and put all in a song
Got here before the sound man, they told me 8: 30
Waited in the parking lot adjacent to the bar
Wrote a verse in the car all by my lonely, maybe fate heard me
Workin hard most certainly aint makin me a star
But it's not for that, not for them, not for them
A trailblazer can't sit around and count up what its costin him
See it′s a brawl to win i understand the shoes i′m walkin in
I'm blockin up the potholes the population is fallin in
Taller than the trees they smoke old as english 8 hundred strong enough to break somethin
Greatness is the main function
Press play and you may have done it
Release the fists in the air then you grab your world and run it
We′ll make em change the rules like alcindor and bill russel
Rename your disc changer the mars ill shuffle
We see you like the hubble
The needle busts your bubble
Your team can't even play for talkin bout us in the huddle
So subtle that we′ll infiltrate your water cooler convo
Moms'll be quotin me at the bridge club tomorrow
Our face is pasted inside of high school lockers
Follow the smokin gun to see who shot you
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
20 years from now my words are still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Write this down and come back to it later
20 years from right now words still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Say what i mean in my daydreams and take it in the booth with me
Record execs warn me, sayin "hey son, the truths risky"
Tellin me "just make somethin thats hot right now"
Even though we both know those cats aint got no style
The talent pool is drownin fools, skill level is marginal
None of them can see me like sadams weapons arsenal
Callin you outside, ride with me, you′ll survive
We'll make (gutter) music to hot to ever be denied
I believe in the listener public
And i believe that theyre sick of this here industry that's been givin em nothin
Believe mars ill is diviner
We′re gonna knock out these glam rock and rap star primadonnas
I believe in real honest-to-god rhyme revolution
I′ll take what i was given heres my contribution
Make deposits in memory banks just to say thank you
Chains soon change to a noose that can hang you
The goal is to educate and entertain you
Make your head nod, but still give you brain food (page 2)
Yeah you'll find me in the spot on the mic in atlanta, g-a
Where the people are strong and connect with the things that we say
Mc′in and dj, no instant replay
So throw out your (dat?) tapes and try to take it easay
We (on fame's freeway in) the emergency lane
I′m pete rose'in with the way i murder this game
So, throw this page down, everything i say now
Call it how i see it in the yard or in the playground
Simple as a shakedown, legend in a rec league
Do whatever′s necessary, bring you back next week (oh)
Oh, write this down and come back to it later
20 years from now my words are still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Write this down and come back to it later
20 years from right now words still grabbin your nature (oh)
Its like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
My life's a book with the chapter 3 missin
I'm an open book, number one?
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
My life′s a book with.
Dog eared page (x3)
In the annals of rap
Number one...
Don′t care if i die still makin minumum wage
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Won't make a comeback because we′ll never go away
My life's a book with the dog eared page
Don′t care if i die still makin minumum wage
In the annals of rap i want the number one?
Yo, it's like that, i got a lot to say
In the annals of rap i want the dog eared page
Nothin less than that, plus a whole lot more
And whole lot more, and whole lot more
Writer(s): Owens Gregory Scott, Jason Eric Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
