MARS (Dream Team) - Cormega, AZ, Redman

Though I walk through the Valley of Death

I never got lost or took cowardice steps

I move honorably, gained a lot of respect

Saw of poverty but wouldn’t trade God for success

In fact maybe I’m too advanced for crack babies

My impact is similar to Basquiat paintings

Visually fascinating, reality rap — not the fabricated

We’ll have you anxious to sell weight

Feds are patient like architects building cases

The foundation is information I give in my lyrics ain’t easily assimilated,

my pen is crazy

I went from livin' on the edge, to the realm of greatness

Was willed into existence, this is continuation of skill revealed in music we

originated

Then places full of napped hair melanated

Descendants of slaves who found ways to elevate it

Gray’s anatomy, amazed with duality

I inhale to propel through polarities

Rap reality, trapper, actor or athlete

Choose carefully, use vernacular accurately

None after me, number four’s factually

I’m the core conquistador of the faculty

Bastard seed black fatigues

Prestigious since Ellesses from the master’s league

Master’s weed, placed on a mantle with the Jack Daniels

Ruger strap with the wooden shellac handle

Tap the sample of proof, cop and bounce

Never announce financial, losers stop to count

Lost but found was both in the same breath

The Sos' remain fresh, every dose came correct

To gain respect, hoodie on for the goons

So fuck the fake cop that shot little Trayvon

I rep my city hard, I live for it

I’m like a shotgun blast when I’m recordin'

I bring down the house like Steve Martin

You can smell weed when your boy pre-boarding

Call me Delta, you can earn air miles

Tracks like dirty laundry, I air it out

Redman like a movie, I’m Paramount

That’s why they imitating me, like Weird Al

Boy, in the club I get budded

Gilla House general, nigga don’t butt in

Circle around the block, tell ‘em I’m coming

It’s no VIP, I’m in like Bruh Man

But I kick back and roll purp up (yes)

And write an ill flow when the surf’s up (yes)

I stay grindin' when the thirst’s up

Hip-hop my bitch, watch how I work her!

Short nights make the days longer

And your problems start to weigh on ya

Gotta pray when they prey on ya

Feel kinda funny when the four pounds stays on ya

You think it’s much better to hustle

For European luxury, American muscle

It’s bricks or bread, in the duffle are two long guns

Beware of the leather to touch you

Thinkin' is it better to crush you or just walk away

Looking at your neck, put the hawk away

The pain’ll remain, the rain’ll wash the chalk away

My problems weigh what a Orca weigh

Swimmin' in the waters with the great white

On a highway but you don’t see my brake light

Seven days in a week, I’m on the 8th night

On the dark side but I ain’t bring a safe light