Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus John Palazzolo
Songwriter
Timothy Michael Herbert
Songwriter
SHAWN DANIEL FEATHERSTON
Songwriter
Brady Christopher Gasser
Songwriter
Jason Alan Arthur
Songwriter
Lyrics
Kicking ass
And taking names is what I do
Roll solo independent by myself
Don't need a crew
Getting too old for games Schemes or weak shit
Always speak that truth
In the booth I'll make it feel it
Time is a luxury
This guy can't afford
No clue what's going to happen
When you're face to face with a carnivore
Meat eating flesh
And my teeth stay sharp
To stay relevant in this game
Got to have skills and heart
Can't be a weak one
If you want to stay sweet son
Keep ya ass focused
Get rolled over your sleeps done
I'm not one to quit
Be lazy or hesitate
Do what I do best
I know the critics going to hate
But don't expect a plate
If you can't share the food
We can eat if we work together
If you selfish fuck you
Nothing to prove
My resume speaks for itself
Catalog years of songs
Trauma brought me peace and inner wealth
Stealth like Tom Cruise
An O.G. call me Maverick
My words hit your veins like H
Now you an addict
Skills of a fanatic
Back in the day it was a rush
Times change life goes on
And I'm too old to give a fuck
Never stay in a box
Like an animal in a cage
If you corner me I snap
Stay the fuck out my way
Think, plan, execute
Actions speaks louder than words
Playing my position to the T
While you followers stay in the herd, ya heard
You think I'm not
Gonna plot to reach top
Each shot were taken no faking
Just heat stop
Never an option
Keep plotting till making
Compensation each rock
Venue plus props
A cold shot of reality
That's my specialty
That'll be the day
If I chose a different way
Leave to stay
My impression remains
Regain my composure
Closer to game over
Colder than your average
Shiver spine delivered
Never giving up and
My dreams are getting bigger
I got the backbone
To bring it all back home
Accomplish my goals
In the future it's on
Up to the top
We rise from the under
Can't stop my drive
Or satisfy this hunger
Makes me wonder
How you thought you could affect
An unstoppable force
Gozza's here to collect
Been on stage
With no hands raised
Played for free
No pay for play
Filled as many dates
As my phone could save
So much weight
In my vertebrae
Been playing
An exclusive giveaway
Who seen the store
Coming on show day
The bar was empty
But we rocked anyway
Pack or not
And the G's will say
To stand on stage
It takes big nuts
Perseverance
Backbone and guts
Detroit
What the fuck is up
Let the beat pump
Til my time is up
Back to the earth
Return to dust
This could be the last rhyme
I ever bust
Chills down spine
Backbone stand up
Watch your six
And watch your fronts
They thought they could break me
Don't mistake me for a simp
Carried so much on my back
It had me walking like a gimp
Got rid of the bullshit
Still strutting with a limp
But I Kept it all in stride
That's how my ride got pimped
Joe verse the volcano
Lava never touched my feet
Didn't even break a sweat
When I was up against the heat
Words got thrown
But the throne was my sight set
With all my chips on the line
All they did was throw side bets
Side swept time crept
On like the sunset
Bound to overshadow
My upbringing full of unrest
Truly unrelenting
With only me for support
5'8 in the flesh
But I never came up short
Not the one to ask for help
Cuz help breeds heartache
It's like asking for heartbreak
How much can the heart take
Shake and bake Ricky Bobby
I was gone they got lost
Steady and heavy like a Chevy
Left um in my exhaust
If you woke up today
Feeling like nothing
Let today be
The day that you seize
Wake up and kick that bitch
Right in the teeth
Turn into a monster
Altered beast
There's no more excuses
Set the pace
Fight the good fight
Keep the faith
On the strength of the highest king
Finish the race
And put the demons
Back in their place
Turn that I can't
Into I can
Turn that I can't
Into I can
I will I must though
If your sick of being sick
Flip your two middle fingers up
Show them all that
You got a backbone
Get up really early
And put that nose to grindstone
Broken bottles
Broken homes
I'm still dancing with my demons
On this microphone
Writer(s): Timothy Herbert
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