EmceeCurtis - March(Feat.N.E.O)
Intro:
-"Hahaha, I know you did
Shiiiiit n***a, Yo' where my solders at
Where my thugs at Where my gangsters at?" -

Chorus:
We getting closer, we getting closer
Who said it's over? I'm taking over, it's getting colder
(It's only getting colder) [X2]
- Eyo let's march, eyo let's march, eyo let's march
My solders March, eyo let's march - [X2]
(Oh goddamn, oh goddamn)

Verse 1 - EmceeCurtis'
'Bazonya' dying quickly, I gotta do it easy
I'm getting money weekly, I see you getting dizzy
It's all over bafetu we climb the ladder
I know you really hating but homie it doesn't matter
Resistance of a rebel, my solders ready for battle
In the city I'm the general 'Ska' 'tlo' 'chayela' 'ka' 'Menkel'
'Laaties' calling me Uncle, this is my fucking jungle
Might as well call me king I don't Evan have to hustle
Had to figure out the meaning of becoming greater
Fucking all these women then I tell em' see you later
- Then these bitches tell me I'm a player -
But really I'm just a saviour
Always blame a n***a when she know she really did it major
Maybe see I'm confused, it was my point of view
I said, I love you too and then with that I'll never loose
Because, Cause she the one, but I think im almost done
But I barely just begun, I don't Evan have to run/

Chorus:
We getting closer, we getting closer
Who said it's over? I'm taking over, it's getting colder
(It's only getting colder) [X2]
- Eyo let's march, eyo let's march, eyo let's march
My solders March, eyo let's march - [X2]
(Oh goddamn, oh goddamn)

Verse 2 - N.E.O
Take over everything when I goes in'
Whole world goes zim' and everything seem like ama get em'
When I get em ama kill em' like a villain, I'm drilling when I'm flowing
And all my words is March I'm a definition of poetry motion
I'm a young black God take over Jehovah's whole planet and then named it march now I'm offended at y'all
Why y'all hate me when I ride y'all want me to fall
When I fly y'all cut my wings off still I take off
Can't be stopped eclipse couldn't block my shine
When I rhyme I take off, y'all wait for the flow to drop on every line
I got you hooked in my scheme
When I dream I sketch you in, with a pen I design you in
If I can't get in, to heaven I'm breaking in
Is you in or not?, My soul is in the pot I'm cooking in
African sun I'm heating up, No place to run I'm catching up
My eyes on the cash stacking up
- I feel the breeze in thee air -, change is coming
Prophecy says, Weak niggers dead, heads everywhere
Hands in thee air
I'm taking everything, and live on your knees
Hands on your heads, I'm cold as it gets, the closer I get
The fear in you sits
Fear is your God
Fear me till the day when I live again and I breathe again/

Chorus