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Maker's Mark

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Maker's Mark was released on August 13, 2025 by Fellowman as a part of the album No Safety Net

Song Details

AlbumNo Safety Net

Release DateAugust 13, 2025

LabelFellowman

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fellowman

Performer

Poe Mack

Sampler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cullen Wade

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Poe Mack

Producer

Lyrics

Back when we were young dudes, back when we were dumb dudes,

Sticking to the block, gumshoes stacking bundles,

Guerrilla tactician, rhyming everything with Sun Tzu,

But paying lump sum dues got a tendency to run through

Your patience, staying humble. Analog, securing the thumbscrews,

Never really thinking it would come loose.

But when it did, felt like the sun went boom.

Went to an adult from a kid in one fell swoop.

No one else knew or understood the pain, so I kept writing,

Loosely in my left, that’s a clash of the tightens.

Dash like a hyphen? Nah, it’s different significance.

One divide, one unite, & though they are mirror images,

Semicolon tattoos remind us something’s waiting.

Mark it up to karma when I see the time these punks is wasting.

But til the day I shoot the grave & lie within it,

Tryna accent the positive, don’t wanna die a critic.

I thought I’d made my mark,

But it ain’t my place to judge the state of the art.

I thought I’d made my mark,

But it ain’t my place to judge the state of the art.

Mainstream gonna mainstream, it’s the same thing

We’ve been dealing with since teens, maybe it’s Maybelline.

Cuz clout chasing’s not my foundation,

I was born a fountain spraying, a downed spaceship.

Since Joyce Wade’s tit, I knew my voice dangerous,

Depending on the choice phrases.

I love it when my noise-making annoys racists,

Serving Troy Aikman soy bacon, them cowboys ain’t shit.

I burn them like Curry, run it back like I’m Hamill,

Clap them like Chapman, put one through their enamel,

T-Rex like I’m Bolan, apex, get them all served,

Go from absurd to Oscars like Wahlberg,

Rock them like Hoppus, educate like Lamont Hill,

Faces imma melt them like Shelton, if that’s Allah’s will.

And even though they used to call me an ultra nerd,

Never turning into a motherfucking Zuckerberg.

I thought I’d made my mark,

But it ain’t my place to judge the state of the art.

I thought I’d made my mark,

But it ain’t my place to judge the state of the art.

Written by: Cullen Wade

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