1. Welcome To Marz

2. This World
3. A Few Words

4. Rap Tragedy

5. Lyrical Outlaw

6. Ride Silent

7. Letter To Rappers

8. Wake Up

9. Aim For Excellence

10. Been Through The Storm

11. My Life

12. Letter To John

13. More

14. Nothing's Gonna Stop Me

15. Beware

 

 

 

Hook:
This is where i live, live
welcome to my my world, world
this is where i dwell, hello
welcome 2 marz

This is where i live, live
welcome to my my world, world
this is where i dwell, hello
welcome 2 marz

‘yo let me introduce myself they call me Paul Marz
spittin out the truth till death, lyrical all star
form barz like i’m from mars, they so biazzre
leave enemies scarred, like a bull is how I charge

attack with a barrage, take cover or get hit
i spit quick, flip the script leave the beat twisted
i can only express myself when i spit
welcome to my world, this is where i live

a soul in the dark speaking poems from the heart
how i attack with my raps, like a cannon cocked back
how do u plan to stop that? rabbit out the top hat,
magic when i spit it have you spinning, leave ur top snapped

the sound sets me free so my mind is not trapped
found the key to success and ima never drop that
i take what i’m taught and release random raps
to de-rail ur train of thought, leave abandoned tracks

HOOK X 4

im different than ur avereage in the way that i think
i am not a coward i do not hide a thing
i speak to these kids nd i tell ‘em what i did
so they don’t end up like me, lost in the mist

i been trapped in the dungeon, been a long time commin
but my time has come, that’s how a stong mind does it
don’t complain about pain, matter of fact i love it
that’s the fuel for my fire when i lay down somethin’

I just spit it with passion im a verbal assassin
how I dismantle a beat in such a murderous fashion
im guessin most of these rappers just need more practice
but my lyrical tactics more fluid then gymnastics

dark luminous im like a druid with my actions
sharp movements, im never losin never slackin
dont wanna hear these rappers, cuz they sayin nothing
they get caught bluffin,when i start bussin, i smash something

HOOK X 4

my fam comes from egypt i was born in new york
im a general on the floor in this spiritual war
you’ll ask why ,if u didnt know before,
the reason they call me marz, he’s the roman god of war

i’m visitin the earth,yo i fell from the sky
october 26th 1985
since then i’ve suvived, i observe with my eyes
my 3rd eye allows pierce your disguse

i can see what u think, same second that you blink
my ancestors did some incredible things,
from the land of the pharoahs nd the land of the kings
from the land of the pyramids, the land of the sphinx

transferred to the land of the eagle
to this land of the evil
..to the land of many people,
elected to be the teacher,chief speaker
high priest, the streets preacher
deliver my thesis to the believers
who recieve it each week

for every man there will come a day
when you find out whos real,and whos fake
the ones you call your dogs,they turn out to be snakes
nd they stab you in tha back for your piece of the cake
i agree its a shame,but some things never change
but then again some things will never be the same
no more bright sunny days,
just the clouds and the rain
and no more smiles on my face
just expressions of pain
i’ve corrupted my brain
now there’s no turnin back
like how mike turned white
and theres no turnin black
see i feel like im trapped
i release on the track
with my speech, i attack
and never cease or retract
i just tell it how it is
cuz ever since i was a kid
i knew the people that were real
and the people that were bitch
i started off with greed on a quest to be rich
sellin sacs in the park
dogin narcs after dark
turned my soul into stone
put a hole in my heart
in this life your alone from the start
till the day you depart
so im playin my part, all day and all nite
i stay and i write, so my rhymes stay tight
cuz growin up i always thought my future would be bright
but now i come to realize that I was never right
im just another motha fuka trapped in this abyss
a miserable world where no1 really gives a shit

cuz this world that we live in aint a cell or a prison
its a hell that has risen to a higher divsion
while the lies that u livin
have u cryin a river,
i say why would i live id rather die in a river
so i lift up a 40 and say bye to my liver
in this ice cold world where u die if u shiver
see i tried but i give up,
im to tired to get up
i retire, i’ve arrived at my final decision
Im designing a vision that i hide in a written
my desguise is terrific so i ride with the rhythm
and my mind it resides in the primest condition
im the finest edition, terrify competition,
i remove their suspicion let ‘em lie wit the fishes
they spit like a bunch of bitches im a rhyming magician
with divine intuition, is supplied for my mission
i devise compositions you reply with submission
so dont try a collision,leave ur mind in division
while providin a schism, u’ll be blind,with no vision
see i rhyme with the wisdom i aquire while listen
my desire is to retire b4 i die on my mission

I got a few words/ No love, No rest, No peace
cruel streets, shady people, angry faces, madd beef
New York city streets, Overload of fake peeps
speak wrong, u mite’ catch/ Two hawks in your cheek

city where we never sleep/ on the creep, liv’ live
and when the heat rise, in due time/ The weak die
even though the heats high, the strong gon’ survive
in this warzone at night/ where multiple bullets fly

and countless people die / families of those people cry
suckas work a 9-5/ but most of us bump and grind
some people run and hide/ some people be dumb and blind
businessmen sniffin lines/drunk preachers be sippin wine

I think I’m losin my mind/in these last days and times
I manufacture my rhymes/ cuz I forgot how to cry
sometimes I look to the sky and want my middle finger to rise
but then I think of my rhymes, slowdown and take my time

nd realize that faith is blind/ no1’s got a faith like mine
my physical is similar to David’s, but my spirit is a giant
similar to goliath,yo im defiant so don’t try it
spittin rhymes of fire causin a riot, don’t deny it

how i triumph is pure lyrical science
and i keep a sword clenched while I walk through the fire

Come see how I create a rap tragedy, savagely
Open mind, metaphors pourin out rapidly
Over-sized dreams too big for reality
what u see as real is just a dressed up fallacy

There’s fakeness, all around me..I cant take this
The snake shit, that people pullin’ on a daily basis
I hate this, gather myself/ try to escape this
abyss…full of liars, murders and rapists

I’m pacin, back and forth while my hearts racin
complacent but alter-ego that I name Jason…
..Battles I be facin, are struggles vs Satan
Overwhelmed in my mind, I need a vacation

from this life that im caged in, rapidly againg
my body stays calm but my mind keeps racing
I stay patient, its the main element of nature
easily scrape ya cuz im naturally faster

I tear shit up they call me natural disaster
most rappers are actors, soft like a mattress
get broke into fractions for testing this bastard
no joke when in action, u testing a master

u extra fragile leave ur whole being fractured
im extra agile like a ghost or assassin
me bein stopped is like smoke being captured
with holes in the jar when go u try to catch it

the flow is bazaar… chase it, leave u breathless
I told u, u breakfast eat u with no effort
leave you defenseless the second u step in my prescence
I’m a menace on the track, u ain’t nice stop pretendin

Swift, flawless and sick when i spit..
..an outlaw livin lawless like i’m Billy the Kid
except, i don’t roll wit no clip on my hip,
my tounge stays cocked, nd i fire through my lips
my words be tha bullets, when i pull it
you be full of it, disturbed, but full of courage,
these rappers, they be full of shit
a vertern spittin out warfighter medicine
deliverin death through a subject nd predicate..
..the moment or the second i start bangin u ain’t standin’
u clowns ain’t hangin u’ll get shot out a cannon
or shot with tha cannon man i’m sorry damnit jannit
didnt mean 2 hit ur man but i spit it so random and i..
..i cant control it or hold it when im in motion
when i’m flowin i get open, wide open like the ocean,
these rappers should quit boastin b4 they get roasted
i’m in the lab daily mixin up deadly potions
..i cause commotion, blow coast to coast
then leave the town toasted nd smokin, i aint jokin
they’re best shot is hopeless when i get focused,
bombs that i drop even leave dead roaches
they’ll be no survivors alive when i unleash my rhymes
sodom and gomorrah style fire from the sky…
the wise may survive but the strong stay alive
i tell the soldiers arise throw ur fists up high..
and follow me as we ride thru tha night
on this journey toward death that we call life
my heart beats in my chest nd my lungs breath life
nd i dont ask why.. i thank God i’m alive

I ride silent in the shadow of the night
when the world falls asleep my mind takes flight
what a sight , sunshine fills the void of the night
and darkness in my heart gets disturbed by the light

suddenly everything feels like its alright,
but I know when night falls that im gonna lose sight
I hold on tight i don’t give up without a fight
and to beat me in a fight u gotta take my life

im too hype wont surrender, I aint that type
try to do whats right but to bad I aint like spike
but fake rappers on the track need to take a step back
in they’re raps, act like theyre strapped but never seen a gat

truth is I don’t keep a gat, I don’t really need that
cuz I don’t really fear death, tell me where the reaper at
I walk in the darkness, talk like im heartless
act like im starving ,attack like a monster

paul marz, a synonym for Marvin the Martian
concepts resemble the results of an arson
context is critical I crush what im stompin
rush through ur general dispose of his carcass

my flow must be haunted I float with my content
trapped in this body with a ghost for a conscience

Letter To Rappers

everything’s the same, just a different day
reading the same book, just a different page
on different teams but playin the same game,
racing on the highway, but in the same lane

some want money and some want fame
some want respect, some want a name
some become leaders nd some become slaves
but 1 day we all die in a grave

I explode when I grab a microphone
so, listen close while I recite my poem
come take a journey as we ride, fly through my zone
in my mind through my rhymes where I ride alone..
im like a guy made of stone, but my inside’s ice cold
spittin fire out my mouth , mind shines like chrome
im a long way from home after chasin this goal
that I didn’t even know… until it showed, nd the more I flowed
then the more I felt that it was my time to blow
cards are delt, chips are down and its my turn go
click click when the wick is lit time to explode
I got a flow to make a diamond out of coal
when I start rhyming slow im in grim reaper mode
but u might get ur neck broke testing me in wreckmode
so push me over the edge and I’ll carry ur head home
put u to bed slow, nothing but dead bones
when my voice tones travel through ur headphone
im like an icestorm mixed with a cyclone
rippin through the town while I travel through the night slow
causing damage any place that I might go
my tight flow shines bright like a light bulb.. musical maestro
tight rhymes/ hype flow/ oh u write rhymes??/ well tha mic’s on, lets go
my lyrics deep i make ‘em move im a lyricist
plus my hearts dark like the tombs in the pyramids
rappers can’t be serious they got no experience
I crush them, then bury them, my wrath so furious
marz the god of war riding in golden chariot
the world on my back , God told me to carry it
i be the good Samaritan who cares for his brethren
with truth in his sentence, ur new to his methods
my crown is a blessing, the pharaoh’s descendant,
listen 2 this message every day is a lesson,
I grab a pen and tear a page when i start stressing
that’s y most rhymes full of rage and aggression.. cuz..

everything’s the same, just a different day
reading the same book, just a different page
on different teams but playin the same game,
racing on the highway, but in the same lane

some want money and some want fame
some want respect, some want a name
some become leaders nd some become slaves
but 1 day we all die in a grave

Wake up wit my eyes wide shut

Stumble to the kitchen pour coffee in the cup

Look up to the sky, see tha sun rise

Sit down grab a pen nd a pad nd write rhymes

Any beat I’ll attack but I ain’t lookin for a deal

Im a beast on tha track im jus lookin for a meal

Tryin to get my funds up, Oh how I hunger,

Just like giant who just rose from his slumber

Float to the sky then I rain with the thunder

Open your eyes to tha pain and discover

Tears fall from our mothers in this concrete jungle

Meanwhile rappers keep telling us keep ya guns up

Man I wonder , the struggle is among us

How we gone live right, while we poison the youngsters

Answer that while I ask you this

how do the poor feel rich while the rich stay pissed?

just a little twist I realized it exists

while staring in the devil’s face through the morning mist

I guess that this is just the way that it is

From the cradle to the grave after the womb to tha crib

I woke up happy, like it was my birthday

thought it was wednesday, turned out to be thursday

shots of tequila nd jack as a chase?

that’s what i get for drinkin in the first place

..feel dumber then the sucker slidin into first base

yo dave, higher the base, let’s cause an earth quake

make the earth shake, ay-yo u heard me?

my brother from another mother was a drummer in the 3rd grade

now we search fame, on a quest for cake

the kind u stack, not the kind you bake

try to find what you lack, it’s your mind that you bake

i’m defined by my acts nd the time that i take

make you blind when i rap, i shine in this place

cover the eyes in your face, i will blind you from space

on pace in this race, tryin to celebrate

swingin wild with a blade, tryin to cut tha cake

with a grand in my hand, one hand handstand..

me and my clan, we do it for the fans

no matter what color u are, we all fam…

white man, black man, asian, taliban… hands up

Its like everyday im aching as I sit in the rain

waitin for the storm to end, the skys gray
I try to maintain on the border line of sane
but my body’s a cage / it feels like a grave

nah I feel like a slave, same shit everyday
the devil squeezin on my chains, hard to behave
but im smart in a way/ nd my heart don’t decay
im sharp like a blade, so I slice through the pain

through the nights nd the days I stay hype in my ways
and I fight to remain, doing right by my name
and I might fall astray, but mistakes reap gain
some things just dont change in this game we play

memories like movies that continue to replay
in my mind I hear my pops nd everything that he say
but deep inside my mind is the child from the times
who existed in my life, prior to my rhymes

when I look into the mirror I see him in my eyes
he looks me in the face and then he starts to cry
I get confused and I start to wonder why
then he tells me all the booze and puffin on the lye

then he tells me God’s watching me every single night
and that he’s gone judge me on the day that I die
then I suddenly I realize that I gotta change my life
cuz this shit aint a game nd im running out of time

Life’s a bitch than you die,
im trapped in this body while i watch it fly by
memories are playin on the film of my mind
im forever gon’ strive till im on the other side

When I sit back think and reflect on what I’ve been through,
childhood scenes start flyin’ past my mentalsnowball fights in the middle of the winter,
ninja turtles and super nintendo
marble notebooks and # 2 pencils,
I still use those along with instrumentals
I wish life was simple but life is complex
I was lookin out the window started feelin all stressedthinkin’ bout my grandma’s death, I got a pain in my chest
but then i wrote it all down and i felt so refreshed
I don’t trust my flesh so i stick to the text,
life is only hard if u don’t study for the test
you might end up with an F and you’ll feel all depressed,
but it’ll be all ur fault, u can’t blame it on the ref //
i’m trying to stay on the court so i could ask who’s next?
instead, i stay in the court avoiding a nused neck //
ain’t tryin to collect a few checks just push a new lex..
I try to do more but i always do less…
even though i might fall, I always do my best
No I do not rest, God knows that i’m blessed.. because..

“My Life is all I have, My rhymes, my pen, my pad..
and I done made it through tha struggle, don’t judge me!
what ya say now, won’t budge me!
cause where i come from, so often,
people you grew up with are laying in a coffin.
but i done made tha pain nd strife..
it’s my time now, my world, my rhymes, MY LIFE!”

My life’s somethin like this, I sit and reminecse,
about my times as a kid, nd my childhood friends
it’s like they’re all gone, I can’t find ‘em
I kinda feel like I’m blinded..
even in the day time when the sun’s shinin’at night time, I see the sun set on the horizon
rewindin times, runnin through my mindbut im runnin out of time
tryin to cross the finish line…
but I got 2 wait in line just to eat at dinner time..
tryin to run a marathon but my feet are tied
on the side of the road with my thumb out like i need a ride
I can’t walk no more because my feet are tired
and my stomach hurts im hungry, i need a bite..to eat
a place to sleep, someone to talk to me and walk with me…
But i’m percieved awkwardly, oftenly
so i’m on my own, I compose my poems nd speak ‘em slow, it goes..
born alone, live alone, walk alone, die alone,
dialouge, telephone, metronome, microphone
whirlwind, cyclone, lyrical psyco
recognized worldwide world class flow…

“My Life is all I have, My rhymes, my pen, my pad..
and I done made it through tha struggle, don’t judge me!
what ya say now, won’t budge me!
cause where i come from, so often,
people you grew up with are laying in a coffin.
but i done made tha pain nd strife..
it’s my time now, my world, my rhymes, MY LIFE!”

I’m sorry that I haven’t wrote a letter to u

but I figured I’d start spittin for a minute or two
it’s been a minute since we kicked it, more like a few
but I’ma see u soon so I ain’t stressing it dude

sometimes I think back on the days of our youth
I remember swimming lessons at the tottenville pool
playin starfox and super smash brothers 2
u my cuzin, we stayed close like brothers we grew

but little did I know when I started skippin school
that you’d follow in my shoes and do everything I do
as we grew u became just like me times two
gambling in the lunch room always on the move

stuffing bags of trees in the socks of our shoes
life was so easy, we felt we couldn’t lose
and we wuz both hungry that’s why we wouldn’t snooze
but now times are rough for you nd that’s the truth

I remember how I felt when I seen u on the news
I cried on the inside , felt like a fool
I lead you on the wrong route, the feeling was true..
..I wish I knew how to have this feeling removed

but until then I’ll keep prayin for the truth
nd I pray that the lord shakes the devil’s chains loose
but I know that he will and I don’t need any proof..
I soak up all the pain and express in the booth

yo im tryin 2 keep my head in school
at the same time im tryin to quit sippin on the booze,
but im never in the mood
I keep actin like a fool, I jus feel so confused ….

……know what I’m sayin my dude?
anyway, how are you? I really wish I knew
wish I cud see for more then just an hour or two
once a month, isn’t enough to show u love

but u tough u cud hold up
so keep ur head up never fold up
cuz now we grown up
I see u around the time that I get my diploma
..one love

When I rhyme I’m in beast mode/ I live by the street code

honor and respect, and love to my people
I struggle to the death/ with the forces of evil
got pains in my chest/ puffin on clouds of reefa
when I’m lookin in the smoke I see the shadow of the reaper
he’s creepin in broad day n at night when I’m sleepinat night when I be dreamin/I’m attacked by the deamons
taken back by then meanin’/ wondering what’s the reason
that I even started breathin/ that I’m trapped in this body
stuck standin on my feet/ and my only release is speakin to a beat
with an awkwardly paced speech
I keep it in my cheeks/ but I spit it, it taste sweet
the wickedest ain’t me I’m jus spittin it crazy
so ridiculous, u sick of it u startin to hate metoo legitimate I’m rippin it hoping they pay me
so I’m spittin it daily/ on this mission an they can’t phase me
they insignificant, illiterate, above all that they’re ignorant
If u don’t know, my music is my medicine
use knowledge to my benefit
I’m solid like the sediment
super intelligent, went to college that’s evident
just check the subject of my sentences when I mention it
I’m the messenger I mess with ya’ blessin it, definite veteran
got the mind of Einstein mixed with Thomas Edison
oh yea I almost 4 got my time I’m ahead of it………..
…..underdesigned regiment over designed etiquettewell defined editing/ properly formed premises
a light skinned terrorist/ terrorizing your residencefrom mansions to tenements/ through ur speakers im sendin it
delivering it effortless/ well supplied evidence
clarity holds precedence/ its present in my sentences
presenting my sentences, with the ultimate emphasis
regardless if they’re perceived the way that I intended it
if not, im not offended/ cuz ur perception’s demented
closed mind is dense/ head is harder than the sediment
I know that it’s evident/ the one thng that’s definite
is ur probably just as smart as our former president
I’m the reverend of messengers/ severing the head of shitI’ll battle the four horsemen with my penmanship
put down the sword/ because the pen’s a mighty force
I’ll decapitate each man while he’s sitting on the horse
let they’re bodies ride off with they’re heads on the floor
who contends with the boss from the land of the lost?
I’ll make the holocaust look like cinderella’s ball
and stroll through the valley of death like a walk in the park
no shadow/ no dark/ only light when I spark
weak rappers claim they’re hard/ but don’t bite like they bark
I’m awake through the night, while I write/ from the heart
6 AM I get it poppin/ keep it right from the start
make dumb choices in life/ but I like to be smart
a sinner in God’s eye’s but I’m rightfully charged
got the mic fully charged/ with my eyes to the stars
spittin pain out my mouth, touch ur ears leave a scar
breathin hard, runnin far on this endless track
cheers on me at the bar, with the world on my backthe weight of the world on my shoulders while im running these laps
I’ll never look back/ full speed I’m ahead of the packpossessor of facts/ delivered like I’m swingin an ax
tongue sharper than a sword/ slice diamonds when I talk
ice melts in my presence/ my vibes like a torch
stripped of ur possessions like I care what u bought
I don’t care who u are/ ur a fake ur a fraud
I’ll spot u a mile away blindfolded in the fogand I’m hopin that u hate/ it lets me know that I’m rawlets me know that I’m right/ cuz I know that u wrongif I know anything Ima flow ‘till I’m gone
gonna grow in the shadows then I’ll blow like a bombgot a shield on my arm like I know that its onreap the spoils of war take my share then I’m gone

I’m un-movable, un-crushable, un-stoppable

I move through any road block any obstacle

I’m Mike Tyson in his prime/ I’m undroppable

So stand tall against me I make u topple// cuz

Im like Jordan in his prime, and Ima show u why

Cuz it’s my time to shine when the game is on the line

If we losin by 1, 98 to 99

I’ma hop behind the arc and shoot the 3 behind the line//bcuz

No way, no how, not later or now//

There’s haters for miles/ but none of them are phasing my style

To me ur just like a child/ im un-touched by ur fouls

You can’t slow me down / I’ll never throw in the towel ya know

I’ma shine in the end, till I run outta breath

I’m gon ride to the death, till I’m a messy lump of flesh

I got God on my side so who really wanna test?

To stop me u have to rip my heart out of my chest because

Put the kids to bed,cause this is not rated G
this is lyrical homicide.. i cause a fatality
i cause a tragedy, i don’t speak a fallacy,
rhymes manufactured like they came out a factory
it’s funny how i can paint a picture so graphically
different from a photo but the same… the beat captures me
in my dark room developing art work while i’m try’n to live
i’m workin hard turnin negatives to a positives
they say picture’s worth 1000 words, go figure
i spit 1000 words just to paint a perfect picture
no wait no let me switch it let me keep on countin
u likin’ how i’m soundin?
i’ll spit 1000 bars to put together an album
my flow like a fountian, no more like a river
ice cold make u shiver,
drowns like your liver when you drown it in liqor
equivalent to how i deliver it
the giver has given precision
Let me see an MC that’ll present me a challenge
i’ll destroy his equilibrium knock him off balance
when my tounge hits my pallet,
vibrations hit his ear drums,
‘till things go silent
in the center of a riot
im percise with my timing
turned rhyming to a science
and i study mathematics
so what i spit turns classic
where it started off tragic
it remains above average
i’m deranged with some savage
characteristics attached
equals me spittin the facts
me spittin that crack
ridiculous rap..i be addicted to that
slayin a verse and rippin a track
im gifted at that
matter of fact?… thats the only thing that i can really do right…
…so that’s the only thing that i pursue each night
while they chase girls, money, cars, nd clothes
i develop hurricane flows to leave em froze..ICE COLD
my flow? flawless,i’m a born artist
my minds in its prime and my swords sharpened
i’ve been patient for years working and waiting
for the day to swing my blade nd leave the game decapetated
sliced and serated, danger!
the game needs to be evacuated
cuz mcs stare me in my eyes while i rhyme nd start shakin
but ima be the rap jason even if i never make it!