[Verse 1]

I remember when I first started this shit back in the day
Always knew I had it in me, always knew I can be great
Now I'm known to take this pencil and paper out on a date
And any new rapper you blow up just know that I can deflate
And I'm always taking breaks just to see if they can catch me
Wallace threw me back in jail but that only made me deadlier
And focused on my skill, now I'm sharper than machetes
Even though I did a bid for chopping up shit already, huh
I done told you that the flow is illmatic
It's a fact that I do magic without a hat and a rabbit
Let's get this shit established, you want it you can have it
Rappers in dresses hip-hop's beginning to look like a pageant
Tell me what the fuck is happening, thought this was a sport
May be fashion but you'll never see Youngin rocking a skort, nah
Yeah I'm different and you know that I be chilling
But I make a call and they're gon' leave you holier than Christians, amen
I'ma take this one day at a time
Trying to get my shit together even Sunday I'ma grind
I got money on mind, your honey on my line
Plus a white girl that looks like Kelly Bundy in her prime
You n***as should get your own, stop hating like shit on mine
Keep wrinkling their faces 'til they're straightened out with that iron, huh
I ain't lying, when n***as think it's a game
Them squares get x'd and circles around them, that's how we play 'em
Blame me when your career fails
And come up shorter than deer tales
Hold on let me take a break
Yeah, I'm just flirting with this mic
Don't make me get lyrically engaged
Or mentally enraged and pull out the gage
Aim it at your rib cage watch it knock off your face
Now let me loosen up my tie and take off my suit
Rip off my shirt, it's D.C.'s Superman of the booth
I'm the truth and the proof is in the sound of my words
The nouns and the verbs always come out astounding you heard
I'm on the mound pitching curves Ghost backing me up
When I'm down him and Strike tell me not to give up
Now I'm here

[Marion Barry]

If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging, that's the first thing
And two, when you get out of the hole don't have self-pity
And that you don't walk around with your head down
You develop courage that you know your own self
Better than anybody else
And you have to believe in yourself

[Verse 2]

Magazine in the clip just to give you your issue
They say Youngin you the shit n***a where is the tissue
I promise to rip you if I'm penning to diss you
You gon' feel every hit from this lyric Jujitsu, uh
And you don't wanna go there holmes
Fuck around you gon' get your whole forehead gone
'cause my n***as is vicious and they're coming with that
You take a loss in this field ain't no running it back
You ain't Barry, you a fairy, Tinkerbell in the flesh
Nah you ain't scary, we ain't worried, take a pill and relax
Chill and sit back, let me introduce myself
Through this song that I wrote and produced myself
I engineer, do my videos, and graphic design
D.C. born and raised still I mastered the rhyme
I don't smoke, don't drink, only got one child
Fuck around with her and it's clik-clak blow, yes sir

[Marion Barry]

Taught me the hard way that you shouldn't lie
Not deliberately, by omission or commission
So I wanted people to believe that I was telling the truth about
All what I've said
Because if you disbelieve one part of it
You gon' disbelieve the other, other part of it
Being born poor and black that's enough to knock people to their knees

[Verse 3]

Fuck peace, it's time for me to unleash the beast
Kick in your teeth, make it feel like I got cleats on my feet
I think I'm reaching my peak, I'm seeping deep in the beat
Skeeting on cheeks 'cause the pussy wet as reefs on the beach
I'm a motherfucking monster who wants to go reach
Eat beef from M.C.'s 'til I'm fucking obese
And hoes love it when a Youngin go sheesh, I ain't lying
And I ain't buying that shit that you're selling so stop trying, uh
Stamp I'm the king of the District
Whoever's feeling different add to the hit list
And go home and put Tha Rewind on your wishlist
Tight jeans and skirts, man you n***as are Mystics
And this what I'm up against, pricks that I'm tougher than
The trigger gets tugged and then you hear nothing but stuttering
Yeah I had to breathe for a bit
My lyrics stick to your ribs you can't breeze through the shit
Put the pump to your chest stop the wheezing ya bish
Gary's EP let me state the reason for this
I'm sick of everybody saying that these n***as are good
And as soon as they drop an album that shit just go wood
And that goes for everybody even n***as from here
I don't care, I'm the best and I'ma prove it this year, chea
Thirty-something with the glow of a twenty-year old
In this game I'm a beast, Jumanji with flows
From Eastover all the way to Benco
Welcome to Gary's EP, that's just the intro

[End]