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Darq - Martian Lyrics



Darq - Martian Lyrics




Reflecting greatness while they mirror him Staring at this perfect picture
Not quite like Picasso, no comparing them Getting ignorant, bout to show these rap cats
What time it is, with due diligence Nah, I ain't feeling this, bitch don't kill
My vibe Or I'ma have to go like Kendrick did
Handling this music biz When you see me on the run, moving round
Know I'm sniping like a fugitive Pen is so lucrative
Got me disturbing the peace in the south But I'm far from a ludicrous
Tell me who your shooters is I got Naz, Bugz, Fisher, and D Dave
Do you know what elusive is? No, I'm no computer whiz
But I know a couple geniuses So I hack your drive on some gene shit
Homie, I'm the meanest I put work on these streets
Clock time, Glock 9, give me reason

No reflection in the mirror
That's because I'm a Martian And no matter how you spit it
Can't compare to this darkness Pay attention to the flow of an artist
Formulating couple hits up in the office

Listen, they never thought I'd be a superstar Why I'm going hard with these bars
Can you take it this far? Got me feeling like a movie star
But there's no take 10 lights Camera action in the Bronx
Sun is almost coming up That mean the vamp life is no longer
Just waiting till it darken up Man, I'm a product of
UFO craft shit Mad shit worlds got me thinking of
Landing on top of ya Getting dirty, no cleats
What's clean to a dead drift Shower up, .45 caliber
Though it seem like a bullet When I pull it, buckle up
Save these travelers Know I'm not a haggler
I just do what I suge riding shotgun passenger
In the coupe passing ya Do a buck fifty dash on that ass
If you ain't moving fast enough

No reflection in the mirror
That's because I'm a Martian And no matter how you spin it
Can't compare to this darkness Pay attention to the flow of an artist
I'm gonna lay a couple hits up in the office

What appears to be human but it's not An extraterrestrial we've seen on spot
The government thinking they found something from up top
But only to find out the scene photoshopped The team I adopt
Only dreams can be watched And a feen can be stopped
If you feed them the rock I'll be on the block
White tees in a knot My co-Ds know no pleas from a cop
No freeze in me, stop Hot grease, vacant lot
Tell dame my name More plymouth than your rocks
I'm calling all shots Fallen soldiers on the watch
The time is now, baby The cash is in the pot
I'm smashing every box Every list, every list that you put me in
Mastered alot With this gift that you put me in
Tell me where the hook begins So I can end this off right
No reflection in the mirror That you looking in

No reflection in the mirror That's because I'm a martian
And no matter how you see me can't compare to this darkness
Pay attention to the flow of an artist
I'm gonna lay a couple hits up in the office
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Reflecting greatness while they mirror him Staring at this perfect picture
Not quite like Picasso, no comparing them Getting ignorant, bout to show these rap cats
What time it is, with due diligence Nah, I ain't feeling this, bitch don't kill
My vibe Or I'ma have to go like Kendrick did
Handling this music biz When you see me on the run, moving round
Know I'm sniping like a fugitive Pen is so lucrative
Got me disturbing the peace in the south But I'm far from a ludicrous
Tell me who your shooters is I got Naz, Bugz, Fisher, and D Dave
Do you know what elusive is? No, I'm no computer whiz
But I know a couple geniuses So I hack your drive on some gene shit
Homie, I'm the meanest I put work on these streets
Clock time, Glock 9, give me reason

No reflection in the mirror
That's because I'm a Martian And no matter how you spit it
Can't compare to this darkness Pay attention to the flow of an artist
Formulating couple hits up in the office

Listen, they never thought I'd be a superstar Why I'm going hard with these bars
Can you take it this far? Got me feeling like a movie star
But there's no take 10 lights Camera action in the Bronx
Sun is almost coming up That mean the vamp life is no longer
Just waiting till it darken up Man, I'm a product of
UFO craft shit Mad shit worlds got me thinking of
Landing on top of ya Getting dirty, no cleats
What's clean to a dead drift Shower up, .45 caliber
Though it seem like a bullet When I pull it, buckle up
Save these travelers Know I'm not a haggler
I just do what I suge riding shotgun passenger
In the coupe passing ya Do a buck fifty dash on that ass
If you ain't moving fast enough

No reflection in the mirror
That's because I'm a Martian And no matter how you spin it
Can't compare to this darkness Pay attention to the flow of an artist
I'm gonna lay a couple hits up in the office

What appears to be human but it's not An extraterrestrial we've seen on spot
The government thinking they found something from up top
But only to find out the scene photoshopped The team I adopt
Only dreams can be watched And a feen can be stopped
If you feed them the rock I'll be on the block
White tees in a knot My co-Ds know no pleas from a cop
No freeze in me, stop Hot grease, vacant lot
Tell dame my name More plymouth than your rocks
I'm calling all shots Fallen soldiers on the watch
The time is now, baby The cash is in the pot
I'm smashing every box Every list, every list that you put me in
Mastered alot With this gift that you put me in
Tell me where the hook begins So I can end this off right
No reflection in the mirror That you looking in

No reflection in the mirror That's because I'm a martian
And no matter how you see me can't compare to this darkness
Pay attention to the flow of an artist
I'm gonna lay a couple hits up in the office
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Writer: Christopher Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Darq
Length: 3:59
Written by: Christopher Williamson

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