Simply Complex - Marcus D, Gods'Illa

Shall we get to the business so give the masses a minute

Everybody’s a critic but hesitant to deliver

I bring a voice from the center of souls hurting for dinner

Y’all seem to forget 'em

We the ones that’s gon' pick em up

Administer sinister at the pinnacle picture for pins pride is pitiful

Surely recognize who you decide to listen to

Lotta lies be pissin through

Make it harder to see the truth

Reppin God in the flesh here Will I get fresh

All the way to heaven like saints do

Yo mans is costume

We about to send em some harpoons

We dope as a hot spoon

Leave that shit alone and stay in tune

They swear went to camp at Lijoon

Marine rap really on that Hoorah killer shit

Cold sweat, no sleep, I stayed awake pennin this

Off topic paragraph for listeners to try to grasp

Jason in a hockey mask

Ghostface stockin cap

Robbin niggas rob them ass

A­wack shootin craps

Dough boy on the front steps

Trippin on the next set

Ride for respect and levels that they ain’t reach yet

Like a road to recession with a number on the blessings

It was simple while you tried to complex it

Tried to contest, it rejected for the way I’m complected

PDs never playin our records

But PGPD stay inflatin our records

On some fake serve and protect shit

Work to protect this

Exercise the voice of the neglected

Fam who I step with

Deeper than the deficit

Peddling us hope and a settlement of devilish

Words of benevolence and lies that’s accredited

My lyrics are practice perfected to be clear and concise

Puttin my heart and my soul in every verse that I write

This is a call to action for improvin your life

I don’t claim to be perfect I’m just tryna do right

My next step might intrigue your mind

Creatin after school settings so the youth can shine

You in your second childhood homey I’m through with mine

Knowledge I build board born like I got nine .9s