Aye 'Quest, whattup man? It's Mars
Hey bro, you seen those Freestyle fam total b.s. episodes my g
Hey man, those dudes got bars man
Aye for real though, we to do our own version of that there y'know
Something like a Conquest, Mars Era, East Coast, West Coast collabo
Just radicals man, straight menace man y'know what I'm saying
Indeed

East Coast, Brooklyn
West Coast, Compton
Conquest
Mike Irish
Mars Era
Yah

A menace in my city, my city lacking the wisdom
Giving me the croquet eye for committing e-vandalism
My lyrics they call it venom it's poison to comprehend it
So let it be Armageddon for anyone's who's offended
I'm dropping the bomb on it, lyrical rap atomic
Who vomits an asteroid with haters waiting to comet
So comment this controversy converting to much more
Feeling dirty they perverted this generation my Lord
Oh no! I'm feeling like a coupon Lord
You paid the price and this the life that I was cut out for
Like Twenty Five to life I go and put my life on bars
My next breath is the proof that there's life on Mars
Mars Mars Era it's clear that you can't insult me
Seasoned I marinated the word, I'm never salty
Of all things I'm living holy his image slowly occurs
Spit a verse with conquest and make some radical words
Work. Brooklyn I got nothing but love for
I'm West Coast living California galore
We Los /lost and Angeles/angel less where the city of angels mourn
I was born in the valley that capitalize porn
We blowing the battle horn and I'm ripping the track hard
The fact of the matter is the battles in my back yard
My backyard is rioting
Though I came in the Lords name 'O-dogg', I'm still a Menace to Society

I think different, my pants don't sag
And strippers ain't seeing all of my ones in cash
I ain't on these streets selling poison to my neighbor
And yet, I'm clearly in need of a Savior
Cause really though my nature is jacked up, so I can't be wrapped up
In a world that celebrates everything that God hates
Because of that, I'm known as a menace
Cause I'm radical, I'm known as a menace

Yo
I deal with spirit, not magic 'cause I'm a target of a classic ransom
That was paid off, so this artist got those famished anthems
Scarlett Johansson on covers of Maxim ain't hotter than
Lyricism close captioned from this brother with passion
Pardon me provoking your lust with those metaphors
But I'm better raw, now and forever more on a treasured score
The devil's a liar for what you call bars
You couldn't walk in my shoes, when this Con' verse is an all star
Even if I'm out for the season like Kobe Bryant
I'm out to change your thinking with diction that's totally vibrant
On beats totally violent like neighborhoods I live around
With driven sounds going at poison rappers that's spitting now
I'm from Flatbush, where they spray at you
And teens are shot above the eye but rely on God so they make it through
While other teens? they shoot at undercover cops
Parents better raise their kids or see another brother shot
Never see Twenty One, died way before their time
While I'm a work of art for God with how I paint and draw the line
Not insane enough with lyrics? I am clearly on the brink
You're insane to be a critic? yeah you clearly need a shrink
Wanna test me and Mars? yeah you clearly need to think
If I wrote rhymes on paper, I would bury you with ink
But rather than bury you
I rather that you see salvation that was meant for the sinner yo, that's clearly you
Shake rappers up like Nia Long in Soul Food
Rap version of the Fonz dude, I'm so cool
Wavy since Twenty Fourteen and yet I'm old school
Limitless like Bradley Cooper on the mic with no rules
Except for Godly rules, really I follow none
Snatch an artist off a stage in the way the Apollo's run
Out west, you'd be a buster
Rappers are "y.g."'s production, they couldn't cut the mustard
I bring the thunder like "k.d." in hd
Social ills prevalent, coonery will enrage me
With a black president, racism is alive
With Donald Sterling's working your nine to five, are you that surprised
They ain't banned for life or paying million dollar fines
but with perverted minds, they'll say they ran with Christ
And yet they got the nerve to label me a menace
Cause spitting like a drug kingpin, that ain't the premise
I rather kill myself than join that hip-hop rat race
My corpse rocking 'maggots' like Slipknot fan base
I rather challenge your thinking to free the people
In being Christ like, not play the role like Jim Caviezel
With threats of a second 9 Eleven's in plain view
With Iraq executions making front page news
Word to Seda, any challenger in view
I'm trying to 'Kill 'em All' like it's Metallica's debut, they know

I think different, my pants don't sag
And strippers ain't seeing all of my ones in cash
I ain't on these streets selling poison to my neighbor
And yet, I'm clearly in need of a Savior
Cause really though my nature is jacked up, so I can't be wrapped up
In a world that celebrates everything that God hates
Because of that, I'm known as a menace
Cause I'm radical, I'm known as a menac