Nick Marv for Hire Lyrics

Hustle through concrete parks with an incomplete heart

Clack clacking the racked aerosol paints as my trademark

Dripping with a fat black in my back pack, that's my signature

Toss the flask back and cock the cylinder

The prisoner, escaped and on the lam like John Dillinger

Pumpin fire extinguishers right before I bend sinister

God's personal monster on an ill-fated mission

Suffering from an unrelatable condition of no contrition

Welcome to my head-on collision, enjoy the concussion

Beautiful destruction orchestrated over perfect percussion

Refusing to follow the instructions of corruption

Pull em out of the oven and then toss em right in the Hudson

No antidote for the dopeness cloaked in the phantoms

Paying the ransom of all hopes that been abandoned

East coast is my anthem, stand and salute

Giving in to the system we living in, crash, reboot

Slash the root and pull the ripcord of the parachute

Follow suit instead of living like a destitute prostitute

There is no substitute or artificial sweetener

Hip hop the love of my life, y'all need to stop beating her

In a world of dirtbags and human stains

Only cash payment for a sense of Justice remains

Nick Marv for hire

When the dice hit the felt surrounded by treacherous dames

Only cash payment for a sense of Justice remains

Nick Marv for hire

I bring candor with the force of gigantor

Aiming for the neck piece of the creeps i can't stand for

Hands off, untouchable, highly combustible

My attitude dysfunctional, my face highly punchable

Doing dirt by the shovelful, unbuckle my belt

Roll it up in a knot, won't stop till my knuckles are felt

Svelte lyrics with a cock diesel delivery

Adding misery to injury with non-stop artillery

Scoped you in my periphery, bullseye bullshittin

Who am I kidding? You ain't pussy, you full kitten

Bundled up in wool mittens, while I'm gripping the wheel

Spitting that steel and pissing on mass appeal

I'm going past the real till I have my last meal

In a gravel pit shootout, all about that raw deal

While these flakes fink the take like they drink and bake

I stay moving on the brink of fate in the light of adversity

Cut the breaks purposely, unmercifully

Then put a pillow over your face in the infirmary as a courtesy

Take it personally, cause I wear my heart on my sleeve

I'm on a kamikaze mission, stop being naive