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This one's a Darkside Steppa. Mr. Marski inside with Double Bass, the human weapon. Stop all that stressing, baby. You're balling, you're balling, you wanna get the cash. You're balling, you're balling, you're selling on your ass. You're balling, you're balling, you're falling on your face. You're balling, you're balling, a big disgrace. You're claiming you're big, but you got a lot of loot. You're claiming you're rough and you got a big troop. You're claiming you're bigger and you call your fucking nigga. You claim that you're rougher and that you pull the trigger. These niggas claim this and these niggas claim that. The only thing I'ma claim, I see the fucking wack. The lyrical text, what we bring plus the pain. Represent stars, I don't sell cocaine. And the brain is moshed up from the negative darkness. That's why I represent life and fucking spark this technique when I'm ripping through the beats. Mr. Marski, I said I'm wrecking in your street. In your ville, in your hood, in your fucking place. Mr. Marski, I represent with Double Bass. Take a taste, feel the flavor, plus the butter. Mr. Marski, the b-boy from the gutter. Never stutter, but if I have to I'ma blast through. Kill your whole crew and oh, do the gigolo. Bad boy steppa in the place with futuristic. Double Bass inside, so don't get it twisted. You claim this, you claim that, you're wack. All of these niggas are gonna fall up on their back. They claim this, they claim that, they're wack. Bunch pussies, watch them as I fall up on their back. They claim this, they claim that, they're not ready. Double Bass inside and Jah Marski be rocking steady. They claim this, they claim that, slap 'em up again. Marski, I represent in fucking rap again. A b-boy deals with hip hop. We step on the rhythm and we always fucking wreck shops. We bring our metaphysical tools to represent stars from the old school. New school, true school, my school drop jewels. Mr. Marski, I keep the fucking tools in my head with the dread running wild. Double Bass inside with the fucking versatile selection. Erection with the big snipple. Mr. Marski'll leave your crew crippled and bent up. Beat up from the neck up. I think you need a motherfucking checkup. Because you're psycho and kinda crazy. These bitch niggas can't represent and face me. They claim this and then they claim that. The only thing I'm claiming, said these niggas crazy wack. They claim this, they claim that, but they're wack. They claim this, they claim that, they're not hot. They claim this, they wanna rap and get bigger. He's just a average fucking bitch-ass nigga. They claim this, they claim that, but they saying nothing. A lot of fucking MCs on the mic is fronting. They claim this, they wanna be the number one. They better represent the fucking sun. I represent the sun, the Earth, the beach, the breeze. I represent the vibes and I represent the trees. My mind frame is down with the Earth. Represent stars from the day of my birth. You get hurt with quickness, I roll with a gifted. Mr. Marski got the style and I'm shifting, shifting gears and changing my direction. Step on the rhythm, you'll get an intersection. Dissection on your heart plus your body. Mr. Marski, hardcore like John Gotti. Catch a body, cut out the liver and deliver. Marski'll make you shiver. Wicked stars come again. Wicked, them no problem. Wicked, represent to the max. They claim this, they claim that, but they're wack. They claim this, they claim that, they're not hot. They wanna be the biggest number one rapper. It's the Double Bass and Jah Marski on the track.