Maroc - Bad Quality

The last song of the Bad Quality Mixtape that is mixtape titled. The beat is by my dude K LU and I jus went crazy on it. Enjoy, subscribe. (Bad Quality Mixtape)


(He ain't bad, but it's bad quality)


(Verse 1)

Bad quality, please accept my apology
Tryna make dope music with much poverty
So Elite, my lyrics be california heat
And I let my soul loose on every single beat
I laugh when compared to other little rappers
Im a real muthafucka in a world full of actors
Ya lyrics aint shit, not even fieces
So sick, I spit shit like its a new disease
And on occasion I can be spotted in a photo
I am there if the situation for dough
Don't mean my altitude when I say I go solo
GPS swag, I don't ever lose my mojo

(Verse 2)

Now it might be a little hard on ya eardrums
But ya gotta admit what I spit is two thumbs
Up, the laws of gravity don't apply
so high, like I'm lookin down at the sky
Mixtape shit, underground like coal
Spit a lot, you'd think I am chewing on skoal
Nowadays everyone wanna be a rapper
But after the hype ends, I be here after
M O B, best believe I do this for the wealth
Yet so sick, you'd think I do it for my health
Bad quality, I did it all by myself
And Since im tall, my mixtape's top shelf

(Verse 3)

Ya Don't need the herbal to feel my essence
I stay in ya head like ya using herbal essence
My angel I give ya a taste of the heavens
Her thighs separate as they sense my presence
Beat it up, watch me get charged wit battery
Since when is killing pussy counted as a felony
Dont worry, currency is always my priority
fast on track like Phelam 1 2 3
I sip syrup jus hoping to feel more better
Then I hit the jay and I feel more cleaver
If ya want beef, I'm down for whatever
I make it rain, boy you jus under the weather

(Verse 4)

I pick weed and money over any lady friend
Money over hoes like midgets at ATMs
Like a weak bridge I don't need no stress
a danger dude yet I practice safe sex
gotta admit my sex lifes unfair too
Cause I get more ass than a chair do
Its truth no dare, shine like a flare do
ya aint talkin money then I can't hear you
So underground like a landmine spot
Jus tryna bust through like the damn juggernaut
The leader of my set, call me papa bear
And maroc got it locked like rasta hair

(Verse 5)

Its tragic how my music contains alotta static
spit sporadic, my rhymes are so systematic
apologetic that ya lyrics are so pathetic
Ya flow couldn't touch mine even if I let it
Thinkin bout getting my sets on my chest
VA and FL, bet I represent the best
they say one day i won't have nothing left
really? Well I wouldn't hold ya breathe

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• Maroc
• Bad
• Quality
• Mixtape
• LU
• rap
• hiphop
• sick
• verses
• insane
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[uwaysouth17]

lol you need a rapper whose gonna blow ur mind? hit me up

[Marocallday]

@uwaysouth17

did i ask for rapper referral? i don't think i did

maybe i'm mistaken

[Marocallday]

@blijdenzz i appreciate the love bro

[Magic27]

you finally did it.. you impressed me