Forbidden Rhythm - Marlboro Red

When opportunity knocks I greet it in two wearing socks
And my medulla oblongata is the truth in a box
We groove like hula round your blocks like hoops when I walk
I'll stop when mula buys a pool up in the hills with them rock
Stars glistening, I raise the bar for making it drop
And I blame this worlds wickedness for making me talk
And my mamas waiting, she's watching the hands tick on the clock
And she's watching her sunshine through the thick of the plot
But her son is sick of this, he's spitting through his teeth as they rot
So what's the difference ambiguous I'm taking the shot
But it's often like that, these families raising dogs but they don't bite back
You could amputate my arms and I'd probably grow a mic back

How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds
How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds

Still crafting with the hands of time
Maximized, back to prime
Tracks of mine get overlooked I write with Nazca lines
And think in rhyme, I find it hides between my temples
So you get tapped out like I'm trying to find the tempo
It's that featherweight contestant, I demonstrate perfection
They say that time is money it's all how you spend your seconds
I'll captivate the essence, bars with every sentence
Still cracking a cold case like veteran detectives
If words are weapons then a poison pens expected
And all my lines are dope it's like I'm peddling a setlist
Settled into first for what it's worth I've been invested
So do your best, I'll do my worst
Cause if we're testing talent sets I'm resting bodies of work

How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds
How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds

Over the moon I'll just shoot for the stars
And I don't need a room tonight I think I'll sleep in this bar
My life's a flash in the pan it's over just as it starts
So how's this kid supposed to stand when he's been crippled at heart
The artistic mismatched gets to picking his part
With a six pack this riff raff just lit up a dart
And the tip of his zig zag seems to peek through the darkest of all places
We're parked but our hearts race on the mark
We held it down like capos, wore crowns for a minute
Sat on thrones but now we're back in the catacombs kicking it
Sharp sound slash throats when the rhythm hits
Flash floods got me building boats and a bigger bridge
So don't go asking for hope, like it's a privilege
You'll get your hope and passion revoked by those who pillage it

How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds
How far until Mars I said
These stars swim around in my head
How hard can my heart get bent before I end up in the bar smoking Marlboro Reds

Written by:
Benjamin Baksa, Brody LaPlante

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