Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miz Marvel, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miz Marvel |
| Come on, come on |
| Come on, come on |
| Come on, come on |
| Come on, all the way |
| The first verse, perfect design conquest your desert thirst |
| Highly blessed, can’t recept the evil luers curse |
| From the mansion to the slums, where the evil luers lurk |
| My life’s work, want it so bad it hurts |
| I see three of a side, like nipples thru at church |
| Mic experts, manipulate out thru the universe |
| Bitches wit dicks, reveal how niggas livin in skirts |
| Perverts, I put to death and throw to hell head first |
| My word is plated gold, isin’t equal the work |
| Mental birth can show signs of movin Heaven and Earth |
| Never deal or take car, wear your heart in your dirt |
| Rhymes baptised in fire and never been burnt |
| As I flex, on the set we ghetto intellect |
| My minds def, twice that of an all time vet |
| Quietest cat, rock around with no concept |
| Hit the L start choking and sleep with one eye open |
| You can try me, until I can get under your skin like poison ivy |
| Words invincible, hit it strictly for the pledgin principal |
| Continual, pen is like my sword I feel the armor |
| Hypnotic melodies, never gympsy steak charmer |
| Hearts is eye, blaze a stronger than a marijuana |
| You think I’m done, no, got dot. |
| comma |
| My persona, change your heart to ghetto primadonnas |
| With maddic overdose like that guy from Nirvana |
| Time was cut short, like a fair weather friend |
| But if they gone, then I don’t need them |
| Can I get an amen |
| Cast a spell, on all non believing inphadeles |
| Heroz4Hire, exclusive list the clientele |
| Make your head swell, legal spinning like a carosel |
| Sweet as caramel, transform into Miz Marvel |
| Queen lady of the Supahaman Klik Cartel |
| If I need a bonecrusher, call up on the sun toucher |
| In camouflage, gone just like a desert mirage |
| Try to escape the fate, safe in proper sabotage |
| Lyrical massage, sounded like comitcally shape |
| My verbal swordplay, bounces off the walls like richochets |
| Compete, with the style that you know your couldn’t beat |
| And I call you niggas pussy, cuz you are what you eat |
| Complete the cypher, comunicate thru words unspoken |
| My mission ain’t complete, let the circle be unbroken |