Lyrics Martian - Ekoh

Martian

Yeah
I been in the back for a minute
With the back windows tinted
They don’t see me but I been around
A Martian on the track, outer limits
Got a 7 digit number, I ain’t talkin 'bout the phone now
Hoppin' on the track, I’ma run it
I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?
A broken &in this bitch, yea, I’m buzzin'
I don’t think you really wanna be among us when it goes down
I been eatin' all the bars, check the waist band
A monster on the mic, this is space jam
At a glance I been lookin like a plain man
But then when I turn the flame on they like, «Aye, damn»
Bitch right, I might
Go flip, this scheme
My shit, too hot
My whip, Christine, aye
Stephen King mixed with Stephen Hawking’s on 'em
That’s a fuckin' genius, got 'em scared to even talk about 'em, ooh
Always droppin' knowledge in the cadences
Got delivery and flow, double majoring
Came from the bottom I ain’t selling out to make a hit
I keep it raw, no artificial flavoring, aye
I roll with skaters, some misfits, &nerds who keep it steezy
I’m spending money to build a business, y’all buying yeezys
I made a livin' off being honest and writing often
The studio went from luxury to the fuckin' office
Independent &I ain’t ever budgin'
Making better shit than label acts without the budget
I don’t wanna spend too much time on the subject I just think that it’s
important all of y’all know who you fuckin' with
I been in the back for a minute
With the back windows tinted
They don’t see me but I been around
A Martian on the track, outer limits
Got a 7 digit number, I ain’t talkin 'bout the phone now
Hoppin' on the track, I’ma run it
I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?
A broken &in this bitch, yea, I’m buzzin'
I don’t think you really wanna be among us when it goes down
Aye, the flow clean but I’m still dirty
Always one eye on the mission, that’s a Nick Fury
She like to party all the time and when I’m goin back she let me hit it raw,
that’s an Eddie Murphy, woo
They wanna see me outta pocket
Songs stay droppin' and the team stay rockin', ooh
Never compete with what we’ve gotten
No cap, you got nobody to shield you from all it, no
I’m not the best, but I’m top two, aye
And the other one is not you, aye
They wanna act like they so cool, hey
But you the type to call the cops thru
I see you copy me when you rhymin'
That shit is uncomfortable, middle seat when you flyin'
Watching from a distance in the scope call it sniping
Y’all don’t even stand a chance, why you tryin', huh?
I been in the back for a minute
With the back windows tinted
They don’t see me but I been around
A Martian on the track, outer limits
Got a 7 digit number, I ain’t talkin 'bout the phone now
Hoppin' on the track, I’ma run it
I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?
A broken &in this bitch, yea, I’m buzzin'
I don’t think you really wanna be among us when it goes down