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Rhymin' on records, check it out, yo. Marvelous Quinn flowin' through it like this. Without a diss, without a list. I plan to be more than regular, because I Think of myself as a top-notch competitor. I hold the pen and steel mic it was My last cut. Y'all niggas sayin', "Where the hell Did he come from?" I'm knockin' all wack MC's Out there. They did everything but a million there. I'm rockin' this year, and I'm winnin'. Believe in my pens and my lyrics, man, Forget it. 'Cause nowadays I come versatile. You see my manager charges. Who said this wasn't a damn freestyle? Even though I flip a I only rap shit For rent's right. Implanation fruits are damn fit And I'm soft as horn. I'm not gonna say I blow a microphone, Because I blow up juice with one song. The style on facts, treatin' niggas like the Guru. So who's next to get wrecked? It's Little Anton, whose jam is on? Charisma and Peter Parker, the squad is born. Killer said, "Where's that squat fella?" Because bitches look for me like they look for Old Bella. They get dramatic, say they gotta have It. But I get enough static from the old Records in the attic. And I collect dough with what I'm thinkin', yo. I'm not in a fraternity, so don't step to Me outta show. 'Cause there's a split karma flow That shocks. I put two hands together like loverbox, There's applause. The y'all come to see your nigga Grow. I got bitches in a row like a Project ho. I slander girls from back in Cali, But I'm the act hard. It's not my birthday, but I'm pullin' cards. Attention, ladies and gentlemen, it's on for me to Swim. It's Marvel time Again