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Oh man, this has been very interesting. Marston House Quarantine Cypher Volume One. Maybe we'll do more of these, maybe we won't. Maybe quarantine will get lifted, maybe we'll die From the 'Rona. Maybe the government will kick down our doors, kill Us all. I don't know, I'm the paranoid one. Steve Scacks, you're not at Marston House. You're at the cabin and everybody else's house. We're ready to fucking go. Let's fucking go, Guy. These feral rats on bars dressed like Yami Yugi. What's your energy like? My energy say you ain't moving. You a bitch that never send shots but shooting. Stop fronting before you get fronted for nothing More than a better viewing. Funeral style, get lifted by six with a subtle Movement. These hands for everybody, These guns for different uses. Try one and get the stampede like Trigun. I Vash on niggas. With the jacket and glasses, I slide some. Limited edition, my gun came from Raccoon. With the cape, I'm armed with the metal like I'm Doc Doom. Stop before I put a shot To him. With the static, niggas really don't want The static. I put the drop to them. Nigga, watch who you running with. These hands dumb nice. I'm Rock Lee with the drunken fist. My Fu balls here, I give a fuck who You running get. They gonna be a witness to Your death on the stunting shit. Bull who you want it with. Chill with the bluffing shit. Charizard bull with these shells. You can die for nothing with. Chill with the rhyming shit. It's like we don't hear you. Buy a CD now, we won't dare to. Scare who? All you niggas bout the lion shit. With the flow, it's all scorpions. Spares, combos, and fire flips. It's either M or S, baby, who you siding With? It's either M or S, baby, Who you siding with? To die a fool is to live forever. You bitch niggas just wouldn't even know better. Son. Ayy, Yeah. Okay. Hey, Yeah. Ayy, uh. Bitch, I'm born again, a bad Christian. I'm bailing on that mission. Your stupid ad-libbing just plastic and packaging. The ones that's talking shit in comments probably Catfishing. Got me up against the wall like when Your back itching. Know that I'm mad different, the fact is my Shit original. The first that's of its kind, Causing a burst into your mind. And there's literally endless amounts of verses he Can rhyme. Till Ethan mints pieces it in surgical Design. Between the EQs, compressors, The beef used can't refuse. Learning with Sensei Scacks like these two Professors. Indie bitch Stallone ain't Rocky, Please excuse Sylvester. I don't need a feature, what I need's new Investors. So fall back, extra pressure doing all That. Stomach crunching like you ball tap. Couldn't ever really understand that shit, you get All fat. Solve that. Where the fuck I'm seeing y'all at? Couldn't ever get a call back. Now my phone filled up with fans that fit, And the man, that shit rhyme. Ayy. Son. Marston House. Some Zoom shit. Ayo, I'm on your screen. Bars are clean till they start to scream. By the time you try to leave, it's a Quarantine horror scene. Pardon me, I'm just here to self-promote. Sell you dope, you telling jokes. You couldn't see me with a telescope. I belt a note, the poverty version of Pavarotti. Aki, don't be cocky. You shudder and snap like paparazzi. But keep at least six feet and take your Photo pictures. You know I'm vicious, It's best you practice some social distance. So wrap it up, clap it up, and show Max some love. Son, running up in Marston House With no mask and gloves. I heard your rap and laughed a bunch, cracking Up. Shit was wack as fuck. Carole Baskin should feature to the cats for lunch. My rhymes pack a punch, but you all knew. Unless you all new, any rumors you heard are All true. You'll fully understand, trust me, someday. Look around, the truth is always revealed in more Than one way. The earth is healing, And we're the virus, some say. In New York, wild Timbs were spotted again in The subway. You know this. No more rubbing shoulders. The COVID got us shut in our homes. No more shows for you to rap over your Vocals. We going viral. No 'Rona, I'm rolling bud on the sofa. Drinking cups of Folgers, writing rhymes, designing Lovely posters. So hit me up if you got The funds, I got the focus. Signing off. Son, adios, bitch. Yeah. Suave on that Shit. Look. I've been trapped in the lab drinking water for Days. Probably why the flow Poland Spring straight Out of Maine. I'm a sniper with bars, Bout a thousand yards my range. I advise you, I got a clean shot, Get out of frame. I'm just spitting these bars Out to try to speed up the day. And putting these cards out to get them out Of the game. I ain't dancing around the topic, No Paula Ray. Lot of niggas talking, but I don't pay the Time of the day. I'm tryna body anybody tryna step on my reign. Like I'm Shawty to the body, that's impeccable aim. I'm flowing godly, so I gotta be the oddest Of beings. Ride the trolley while I plot a Way to rob me a king. Hit a lick on a government official gathering Things. Punishment for gluttony, one of seven Deadliest sins. Give them out to the people, Let them know that things are going backwards. Use it to buy land and write the rest Off their taxes. I'll probably put a hole in the earth, take It off its axis. A lot of these motherfuckers been out here talking Backwards. Every time that I get on the track, Make it do backflips. And I ain't got time to listen to- Talk about nothing, see everything is pointless. These motherfuckers got weed but can't even get the Joint. See it's a lot more difficult for them To comprehend. Every time that I spit a verse It's honoring my men. I. R. V. the villain killing shit, Rape and pilling Shit. Not at all, I'm just spitting shit, Illegitimate. I like words sometimes and shit is Kind of unorthodox. Meanwhile I leave them itching with the chicken pox. They want more, they fiending for it. Villain been screaming for it. Spitting all these verses, damn right, you know they Screening for it. Uh, Shit is harder than crack rock. Being moved on the back block make you fold Like a laptop, villain. 2020 washed like the dishes and the laundry. The fool in the family, dauntless armor me. You riding the wave, I be where the harbor Be. I import, export, recording longevity. Fraud? That's something that I'll never be. Even if the broad not on par with the Strategy. How did the almighty ever go and fathom Me? That's a secret between the fates that I'll Never speak. I seek the truth in the lies. And I peek in the souls of the tribe. I be with the kin of the tribe. So don't feel sad for the don when he Die. Anime and brews, laughs in the writtens. Good food with like minds and the smitten. Smile's never worth all the time that is given. COVID-19 never changed how I'm living. Switch, never switch up. Digging every bitch up. Eating Lays, getting laid, no tip cup. May the fourth be with you, I read the Novel. I go hard always, full throttle. Fire style, I whip out the Charizard. You get stepped on, I spit all the hardest Bars. Y'all not good, y'all clearly not the best. I'ma bury y'all with this shovel, you in with The rest. To rest. Was certainly an interesting treat, but everybody Fucking killed it from their house, live from their Houses. Fucking look at Trey. Look at Trey right now with the fucking wiggles. This shit is just wild, bro. But yeah, we, we probably gotta do this again. Sausage Daddy, AKA Steve Skaggs. I'm Sausage Daddy now. Fucking, uh, the Italian Stallion, who's only a little Italian. Fucking Ethan Mintz. Nick the Juggalo, you gonna take us out? He said, "No, we out of here. Let's fucking go." Okay, bye.
Marsten House, Spazz Black, Internal Rhyme, Miggs Son Daddy, IRV The Villian, Tray Digga — Quarantine
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