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"LEFT MY MARK"
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Hip-Hop/Rap
"LEFT MY MARK" was released on April 5, 2025 by MT. MERVILLE as a part of the album DON'T SIT TOO CLOSE. - EP
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Release DateApril 5, 2025
LabelMT. MERVILLE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM136

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MT. MERVILLE
MT. MERVILLE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Thomas Somerville
Matthew Thomas Somerville
Songwriter

Lyrics

Left my mark
I'ma marksman
Head for the target
Dead on arrival
Take a look at how I carved it
Heartless
Mind in a jar
No spine on the carcass
Run jewels when I come thru
Cop out
Watch for the 12
Kids I'm son you
Art in the war like Sun Tzu
Start from the floor
End up in the pent house sun room
Whole sets on deck
Came a long way from cassettes
Played a long game and reset
Waited on fame and the checks
Hated my brain and the stress
But I prayed for the best
Laid em' all to rest with the bars
Nothin' else left to applause
Came for your neck with the claws
Swerve in the game hit the NOS
Flex on the wreck that I caused
Check what I'm worth
Grew from the dirt and I thrive
Open your eyes
Let em' decide are you truly alive
Show me your view and I'll see it through mine
Open your mind
Let it all go
Lost in the flow headed through the unknown
And the cost of control that I'm choosin'
Has shown that I've proven my own
Someone new for the throne
Chop a thousand bullets at cha
Run a muck
I'm pullin' back the curtain
On a certain kinda vermin in these streets
Heard that I was lurkin' in the shadows
I'm a serpent
I'm returning to my body in the belly of the beast
Ready for the feast
Workin' for the merchant
I'm disturbin' everybody in the sermon I complete
Turn into a demon
I'ma lurk upon my feedin'
Till my meals overheatin'
Got em' burning at my feet
Flow like a chopper
The holiest opera
Alone is my mantra
I'm callin' it quits
Roll me up proper
That medical doctor
Incredible crop that I twist in a spliff
Flick of a wrist and your Mrs'll switch
Grippin' my pistol and fixin' her lips
She gettin' fed up with this
The wetter the better it is
Let off a clip in her ribs
Welcome the kids
School is in session
A blessin' disguisin' the rules of oppression
Applying the pressure to prove my direction
Providin' the measure to view my dimension
And die under question
For every lie I suggested
I find it impressive
That tryin' each method perfected the message
My mind has ascended
My prime never ended
I'm floatin'
My ocean expanded
Corrosion inhabits the land that I've broken
I planted my roots
And I plan to extend every branch I produce
Till the fruit of my labor is chosen
I'm savorin' every day
That I open my eyes and display
Such a gratitude wise for my age
But it pries on my brain
Like a vice I designed to erase
Every ounce of delight that I gained
Written by: Matthew Thomas Somerville
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