MARS (Dream Team) [feat. AZ, Redman & Styles P]

Though I walk through the Valley of Death
 I never got lost or took cowardice steps
 I move honorably, gained a lot of respect
 Saw of poverty but wouldn't trade God for success
 In fact maybe I'm too advanced for crack babies
 My impact is similar to Basquiat paintings
 Visually fascinating, reality rap - not the fabricated
 We'll have you anxious to sell weight
 Feds are patient like architects building cases
 The foundation is information I give in my lyrics ain't easily assimilated, my pen is crazy
 I went from livin' on the edge, to the realm of greatness
 Was willed here to exist if this is continuation of skill revealed in music we originated
 Then places full of napped hair melanated
 Descendants of slaves who found ways to elevate it
 Gray's anatomy, amazed with duality
 I inhale to propel through polarities
 Rap reality, trapper, actor or athlete
 Choose carefully, use vernacular accurately
 None after me, number four's factually
 I'm the core conquistador of the faculty
 Bastard seed black fatigues
 Prestigious since Ellesses from the master's league
 Master's weed, placed on a mantle with the Jack Daniels
 Ruger strap with the wooden shellac handle
 Tap the sample of proof, cop and bounce
 Never announce financial, losers stop to count
 Lost but found was both in the same breath
 The souls remains fresh, every dose came correct
 To gain respect, hoodie on for the goons
 So fuck the fake cop that shot little Trayvon
 I rep my city hard, I live for it
 I'm like a shotgun blast when I'm recordin'
 I bring down the house like Steve Martin
 You can smell weed when your boy pre-boarding
 Call me Delta, you can earn air miles
 Tracks like dirty laundry, I air it out
 Redman like a movie, I'm Paramount
 That's why they imitating me, like Weird Al
 Boy, in the club I get budded
 Gilla House general, nigga don't butt in
 Circle around the block, tell 'em I'm coming
 It's no VIP, I'm in like Bruh Man
 But I kick back and roll purp up, yes
 And write an ill flow when the surf's up, yes
 I stay grindin' when the thirst's up
 Hip-hop my bitch, watch how I work her!
 Short nights make the days longer
 And your problems start to weigh on ya
 Gotta pray when they prey on ya
 Feel kinda funny when the four pounds stays on ya
 You think it's much better to hustle for European luxury, American muscle
 It's bricks or bread in the duffel or two long guns
 Beware of the leather to touch you
 Thinkin' is it better to crush you or just walk away
 Looking at your neck, put the hawk away
 The pain'll remain, the rain'll wash the chalk away
 My problems way [?] walk away
 Swimmin' in the waters with the great white
 On a highway but you don't see my brake light
 Seven days in a week, I'm on the 8th night
 On the dark side but I ain't bring a safe light