F/ Marv Won

[Intro]

Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We %#@!tin' on ^!$$%s dot com
It's a $#&@in' invasion you !@$(s
We a problem


Scratches "Invasion" - Nas


Green Lantern

[Marv Won]

Aye, aye
I'm back on my bull%#@!
Come chill with the crook

I'm rejuvenated (*##$, I feel as good as I look
That's awesome
Show me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em

From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins
%#@!, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him
Starvin'

Somebody bring me a Dexitrim
To suppress my appetite
I feast on ^!$$%s who ain't rappin' right

Learn in the after life
If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike
@@#!ier than the ^!$$% that make +Flashing Lights+

I'm the king of the jungle
I'll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin' Mutumbo
A 100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble

Brash
I ain't get a thing when I was humble
And why should I be?

^!$$%s ain't good as me
The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T
One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T

You little !@#( get $#&@ed
Here go the douche for free
There ain't too much that Marv can't do

Make way for royalty
Happy Bar Exam 2


[Royce Da 5'9"]
You welcome
Bubble like Seltzer

Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'
%#@!tin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton

I turn a ^!$$% into stone
Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
Female Medusa

+It Wasn't Me+ like Shaggy
Denaun [da nine] did it
Like a !@$) was snitchin' on D-12 producer

Give you a buck 50 this evenin'
This is my time of the month
If you ain't $#&@in' with me you bleedin'

I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in
(*##$, you ain't dissin' me, you just committin' treason
Red wine or Reislin?

Has been, I'm a "he's been..."
Everywhere
I'm Bigger than Cease's friend

Lyrics written down with a G's pen
Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap
I'm gonna give her cheese then

She with me, she never dick teasin'
Wrist freezin'
She's tellin' me I'm just seizin'

She do whatever I tell her as long as it's with reason
So I'm gonna tell her to blow me till she quits breathin'
She playin' position, but it's me receivin'

The### comin' through them gums looks like the (*##$ teethin'
Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'
After I quit sqeezin'

I'm the %#@! fool
Every year in my past, my %#@! list grew
^!$$%s switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
Yeah, I don't $#&@ around with that mic
You try to $#&@ with me you probably $#&@ around with that white

What you a cluck?
I psycho spit
Y'all writtin' with lead
I'm writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips
I'm excitin' like highlights of Michael's clips

I run the net like my mics a microchip
Nickle
Happy Bar Exam 2
It's a holiday ^!$$%