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Mark B Blade

While you party your ass off we work our ass off To give you something to party to, take your hats off To beats that Mark created We're happy that you

[scratching] What do you think of that? Have you anything else to say [Mark B] Yes I remember when rapping was considered just a phase Trying to search

create styles you wish you had Exhibit A: Wordplay Crush a fool any day Take your breath away before I make my getaway Anyway, further evidence, exhibit B

you're addicted Nothing can change that Make your move . this is payback .We are the unknown. Now you know the name Mark B, Blade We are fantastic Break

the residue and the fumes from next do' Ughhh, turf superstar, microwaves and pickle jars Portable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars Pimpin where the razor blade

never practice makes perfect Sharp like the edge on a blade that's curved Serve this? Yes, but only when fresh So you don't have to guess the R-E-B-E-

no support Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted By the Mal-ik B

the fans, God, you the man well, as I bring this to a close bless me with a feel for the real good (HOES!!!) [Verse 4 - B. Stille] Uh, I rock the, v-

worryin cause they know that when i find em ima be curryin what can i say you know i love to study machete in my pocket and i keep the blade boody gotta