Against All Odds Lyrics – Marcanum X

Against All Odds Lyrics by Marcanum X

I debated to enter; knowin’ i would be
An earl boykins playin’ the center
Never came in the game to receive a 38-minute lecture
‘bout takin’ my style & makin’ it better

I refuse to let a canadian-bred punk
‘trickle down’ my spine like a reagan agenda
‘propagate’ his lies like he’s ‘raising a fence up’
Even if you’re famous, guess what?

You’rе messin’ w/ a cad bane & a cayde-6
All wrappеd up in the mainframe of the avengers
With a ‘good will hunting’ daemons (damon) in the winter
Usin’ iridium fate-killing blades from the winchesters

A ‘supernatural’ but dangerous effect
That’s gonna-make all the rappers in the world around me ‘fraid to spit
And hate mx, a baccalaureate who never-did have a ‘major’ problem when the universe would throw a ‘major’ fit like trying to get in shape, but can’t fit in because too-many-attempt to aim for ‘slim’, and wanna-go make a hit with strange & tech, but lack the basic step to hit the gym (jim) like jerry lawler did in ‘98, it’s better to escape
My ink will (inkwell) cause entanglements & break up kids like jada smith!

(are you okay, you sick?
I’m good, thanks! just got carried away a bit!
Best be on my way (weigh) like i step on scales! no time to waste!)
Welcome to the main event! i mean business, no sob-story leverage

No “oh, poor me!” benefits
No callin’ up lori laughlin for collagen (college-in), but not medicine (ha, get it?)
Feel the paroxysm of the metallica rock rhythm in the menagerie
Mumble rap? it doesn’t belong in this

Yet, you idiots are giving it all that you got like investing into madoff’s vision
Me and tecca nina are the topic you never bring up
The number 1 prerogative is keepin’ your gossiping shut
And reducin’ your loquacity-muck and pomposity cuz

You been hoggin’ up audible conduits w/ your blabbity-blah!
When i go higher, i can see from the top!
But when you go ‘higher’ (hire), mcdonald’s is offering jobs
How you gonna hold a candle to us when you holding a grudge

And your rocket power nickelodeon’s stuff?
I’m trained in the art of kanly and bene gesserit learning
I wait in the shadows to break you down with molecular metallurgy
I will ‘step on your stage’ because i’m known to be ‘disconcerting’ (diss concerting)

Spitting a ‘multi-verse’, even kang the conqueror’s kept in worry
If you don’t treat your ‘honey well’ like it’s home-defense alerting
They will leave and never ‘warn’ (warne) you like elizabeth hurley
And then you’ll have to ‘stomach the hit’ like if kesha was burping

To comprehend the previous minute and thirty!
G rap taught me that as long as i drop jordan-level ballin’ stats
No rapper’s thought can fit a body bag big enough for me, so choke on that!
Best to get pepto bismol for this end-all act

This’ll be hard to ‘top’ like a walkin’ ac-
Robat carryin’ ali’s punching bags
What did you expect walkin’ down the outlaw ave’?
When there is nothing ‘left’ like a missed southpaw jab

Go ahead, improv the tex-saw mass-
Acre and increase the odd chance
You couldn’t summon ‘police’ if you played roxanne
You might wanna holster those gun bars

Cuz the only ‘shell’ you can fight with here helps you ‘withdraw’ fast!
Listen, big boy
First, you bit me, and now you bitcoin
While you fat-shame 50 w/ your internet noise

I build my ‘brand’ up like when andy left troy
In the movie goonies, backin’ out’s the best choice
You say, “i owe what?” (iowa) like it was des moines
You’re a slave to self-doubt

I’m in your head now, so pay the “invoice”!
Competition’s canceled, all of you get destroyed!
Strikin’ w/ anonymous thunderclap
That’ll make ‘thor burn’ quicker than r.a. the rugged man

Your flow is slower than the speeder bikes in book of boba fett
I’m drivin’ you ‘into darkness’, you’re rollin’ over the edge
Like benedict cumberbatch, we known a rider (winona ryder) we see one
They callin’ me “the doctor strange of things” when i wrote this page

Rappers are thrown away (a way) like an option
Cuz i don’t hit below the waist (waste)!
When i’m ‘shining’, i can ‘overlook’ a city square
I’ll let ‘a cute pair annoy ya’ (acute paranoia)

So i can bet that you’re ‘pretty scared’
Similar to an arrhythmia-mia, i hard (heart) to beat
And when there ain’t a defibrillator, ‘no body’s clear!
You’re ‘playing with fire’, but no risky flare

Cuz all you drop is kevin ‘federlines’, britney spears
My 24 is jack bauer, the end is near
Your 24 is ashanti w/ empty chairs!
I’ll subtract the minus, give you all a pure l (purell) like it’s sanitizer

If the judges pick me, use the craftsman pliers
I’m olympic flame and you’re just camping fire
Putting out the heat, but it’s so watered down
You’re inner-wack perspires

And you ‘tread’ on thin ice to be bad, ‘retire’
Like replacing a wheel, putting x over y you compete, that divides us!
“he’s the best of the worst when he freestyles
He’s staring’ at the computer every 3 seconds to read files!”

You’re miles out of my elite league, pal
Like observing the waters of egypt, it’s made you senile (see nile)
My flow goes up while yours ‘streams down’
Like a perma-banned twitch gamer and you freak out

And i’m a byproduct (buy product) of what you would never purchase in a beef aisle
You don’t wanna ‘meet’ (meat) now!
When you’re in my world, you’re put in (putin) your place
It’s not what you catch, but rather what you crane (ukraine)

And how you lift up others during doomsday
Let this mic’ coulter (mike colter) your brain like luke cage
I’m the ‘bulletproof’ of evidence while the naysayers chug kool-aid
Other mcs blew (blue) harder than duke games

Y’all breathe wuhan, i breathe wu-tang
Mx got this, y’all can lose, thanks!
I’m against all odds!
Gotta do what i gotta do to…make it in the game just to make a name

For myself just to make a change, ain’t no time for a little break
Or i’ll trip and fall!
And never pursue what i wanna do, if i ever let you get in my head, then my dream is dead, but instead, imma push till the very end even if
I’m against all odds!

Gotta do what i gotta do to…make it in the game just to make a name
For myself just to make a change, ain’t no time for a little break
Or i’ll trip and fall!
And never pursue what i wanna do, if i ever let you get in my head, then my dream is dead, but instead, imma push till the very end even if i’m against all odds!
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Marcanum X Lyrics – Against All Odds

Marcanum X

Against All Odds