Artist: Roc Marciano 
Album:  Behold a Dark Horse
Song:   Amethyst
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

(Let's go)

[Roc Marciano]
Olive green Bally windbreaker to whet my tastebuds
Y'all hatin niggaz prayin for table crumbs
Damn, y'all lookin bad, y'all might be mistaken for bums
My first thought was to put some spare change in your cup 
Here's a blanket, least you'll be covered up
I'm becomin numb, I don't feel the love at night, I hug my guns
Might touch you with the same razor I used to cut my drugs
Homie, these blades ain't made for shavin, son (nah)
The snub is stainless, the yay is white like Shia LaBeouf, I weighed it
Liposuct the plug, left ‘em weightless
Niggaz on the waiting list, look at your Greta wig 
What's that, a wave kit? Listen baby, don't shake the ship
Still they insist, shit's scarin away the fish
I'm a playa, son, I'm just here sharing game with pimps
Bitch tried to throw a big monkey wrench in my Benz vent
I find it interesting I was chilling just when they thought the engine went
I still did it big (did it big) 
Pick of the litter but ain't no kittens here
I'm like Huey Newt sittin in the king's wicker chair with the pistol near
My face chisled in the silverware with care
Spilling Belaire on the thread I wear
I'm a threat out here, you better not let the cat out for air, yeah
(What? Huh...)
I'm a threat out here, you better not let the cat out for air, yeah

{*singing*}
I've been high and low
It's kinda simple (Simple, nigga)
One thing I always know (Marc, nigga)
Don't let myself go (Stay on my shit, Marc)
Young stay sleep, you're only dreaming
(Hempstead - wake the fuck up, nigga)
That's why I'll never lose
I'm keepin my gun close
(Uh, keep it, c'mon)
Screamin fuck the other side
(Fuck them niggaz, yeah)
Ain't no love, it's us align
(Talk to them niggaz, baby)
As long as you don't fuck around
The dime...

[Roc Marciano]
Always had a scheme to get by
In the cream Filas for them green guys
True indeed, I might eavesdrop at the cheeba spot
When I'm in need of gwop with the fake beard like ZZ Top
Your bitch in the V with me, it's easy top
Stop, don't get your zucchini popped (Stop that)
I disappeared like Houdini, ma, in the blue DB9
It's moving easy, right? Dreamy like CGI
Uh, up in the Babylon, caught one in the arm 
Like Al Pacino, why did I had cappuccino?
Fifty shot clip in the drum, no need to reload
Frontin like I won't come and pop one in your knee bone
Uh~! I lied, I'm not a pimp, I'm more like a mack
The gun's worn in the small of my back
Wash the money from the raw off at the laundromat, it's the format
Uh, the Range Rover Sport all black
I'm all that, The whole ball of wax
For the bag, I give you one where you store the most fat
Shot little mama in the ass... 
...PAP~!