Artist: June Marx Album: Core of Vengeance Song: Southeast Asia Typed by: snakeeyes@inbox.com Verse 1: I'm higher in degree, and speak accordingly To the society I see, left in fire and debris Variety is key, need knowledge to be free Like the priory of scion, supply it with a fee They inspire me to be, wise as a chief Undermining the plea and fill their lines with deceit Attire of the street, wear wires underneath Most of the records you buying they lying through their teeth Denying the grief Where they from and become empty Unfriendly, some weak some deadly Increase salary, become wealthy But its hard to achieve when your mentality is unhealthy The slum felt me,purists know marx will rock Every recording dropped from your squadron flopped Talk about them in the parking lot To the barbershop regardless if they frauds or not Access denied perils had the border locked Cook it up serve it straight from a scorching pot They say marxman you ought to stop Your styles too underground kid unorthodox Stalk the blocks like we warring with the armored cops Who had the corners blocked, with their revolvers cocked Forces plot to let your carcass rot Beneath foreign crops So I'm sending out warning shots Verse 2: I came to build a nation with the skill of a mason Executing an industry infiltration Face humiliation,with a losing strategy Some claim affiliation, but I only move with family Dudes produce trash to me Kept their eyes on loot, lust and fantasy Step inside the booth and I'm just glad to be Write the truth annually What you would do for salary This music is therapeutic to june and his agony And it soothes my insanity I use it to diffuse anything that saddens me And apparently, they got hidden motives Venom spittin cobras, in the scripts I focus Give eviction notice, to traitors and thats that Labeled backpack if your language abstract I aim past rap, notice if the bars simple still a jewel just decode it like the lost symbol Hook: It's like I speak another language And they cease to understand it I speak what they seek in the tablet And they cease to understand it It's like a whole nother dialect I embrace the truth while their hiding it My environment, read it like data They will come and go like seasons in nature Born on the equator, southeast asia Some praise his efforts,some doubt hes greater Calling him a savior, label him an anti christ Maybe hes the product of some alcohol and bad advice Still his craft is nice, willing to sacrifice Blast and slice for a small glimpse of paradise I wrote body of god to walk the path of christ And still go to war with any of your acolytes June Marx transmit it through the satelites