both beats from ROC MARCIANO’s MARCBERG album
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The ninth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY

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THE 2 PEOPLE WHO SHARE IT THE MOST WILL HEAR THEIR NAME IN NEXT WEEK’S SONG.

Hot women, I’m a friend to them
when they come by they got my attention and
can’t front like I’m not into them
I’m trying to work, please stop mentioning em
I ain’t with the hollering and whistling
I just talk sense with em, do a little listening
then it’s a short walk to the crib and figure how to drop some of this Dr Spock into them
I can’t win with them, there’s no end to them
there’s no break man, there’s no interim
then again, this is LA, we invented em
and that’s the shit right there, who the fuck is Edison
back in the day I was one of the minutemen
ate em like M&Ms, stroked their hair and singed to them
now I got stamina, I might injure them
isn’t my intention but I flip over them hot women.

Women are my gasoline, the only reason I keep my fucking house clean
the only reason I’m wearing these corny ass jeans
the only reason I do damn near anything
I think about me and three chicks
I feel like Martin Luther King on some ‘I have a dream’ shit
I ain’t tryna make it a habit
but if I can’t try the shit once pass me a casket
that’s one of them rapper perks
I ain’t in this to battle you outta work rapper jerks
do it for the love, right
yeah I do it for the love alright.
I do it for the love of bossy chicks with glossy lips
toe rings and nose rings and those are the only rings
sorry I was late but I saw this girl, oooohwee
my pants got dewy so I busted a U-ie.

Thinking we in back of you?
actually, we just about to lap you
feel that tap on your shoulder, that’s a rap soldier
we put the little hat on ya like it’s Passover, class over
in Cali that’s called smashola
I stay there while yall stay on that cola
that’s how you cats roll, skinny jeans itchy assholes you got next? where you at though?
fuck’s new about you?
you chronic 2001 without the guns
you wannabe Mannie Fresh but your panties too wet, about to cum
pushy like you never had pussy, calm down some
and you underground cats, check your ultrasound
you’re stillborn, still running round yellin “Buck Em Down”
get this through your fucking crown, we ain’t you
that goes for you clown writers too
this ain’t Facebook so don’t tag me, it’s tacky
I rhyme over “Apache” live in downtown Karachi
box me in if you got a coffin to drop me in
otherwise fuck you guys, right on the chin.

the eighth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

Also featured on P.U.D.G.E.’s I Didn’t Even Know You Rap mixtape, dropping 8/10/2010 at pudge222.bandcamp.com

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Malkovich, I’m bout this shit
out to get them won’t fit in your motherfucking trouser chips
throw my mixtape in your whip and blow your speakers just to see how loud it get
you talking turn it down, a bit stop talking like a bitch
ten buck, buy my shit, gimme cash, gimme credit card
fuck it, wire it, fuck the environment
you talking bout trees, I’m talking bout me
so kick a panda in the knee and buy my fucking CD.

I get boisterous off poisonous beverages, ah yes
I’m banging the Pointer Sisters, I ain’t talking about their records
your only choice is us, me and my boys are plush
I bring the news like Reuters and my voice is a plus

De Niro in your earhole ’cause the world needs a hero
I’m virile, better she share a ten than deal with them zeroes
you make music for Euros, music for eight-year-olds
fucking with the bureau, they gon put you on a mural
west coast, west los, put this in your next post
internet rap mufukas is in their death throes
my tactic, flood the market with gutter hard shit
cold as the Arctic, long as my fucking heart tick.

the seventh song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

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The new @MalkovichMusic joint “FLOSSY” f. @iamomni @dj_pudgemcee @iamsumkid Felix and @DJGrazzhoppa at http://ht.ly/2hoqE. RT RT RT

The power’s out, and I smell sauerkraut
why you so confused, bro? carry on usual
do something, you know, make yourself useful
cats blowing up my phone, stay off the Dudesicle.
the chick I brought home last night saw it in the light and said it looked like a huge missile.
this is the part where I should shout my girl out
it’s just rapper talk baby, don’t take it too literal
the lawyer of rap, and my hours all billable
the Beatles of rap, taking over like Liverpool
you left yourself open to ridicule
now we smacking yall with the towel like this was school
this is cool, somebody find a hipster
Grazzhoppa threw us the beat, quite a pitcher
big Malkovich, I paint quite a picture
like a penthouse suite with an island vista.

the sixth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.
Instrumental originally released on Dibia$e & P.U.D.G.E.‘s All City Series 10″ vinyl.

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the fifth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

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CATCH ME RAPPING ON THE WAKE UP SHOW (POWER 106) THIS SUNDAY AT 11PM PST WITH ABNORMAL AND HOMEBOY SANDMAN… BIG UPS KING TECH…

Malkovich in this bitch
on some James Brown shit, my shit gets The Big Playback
saw some freaks in the line, where they at
saw my peeps in the line, where they at
west LA’s on the map like a coffeestain
we got writers, what up Kofie
we got emcees, what up Omni
we got crew, BLX posse
then you got me, networking, the dress shirt king, I’m bossy
permanently cracking, how my spots be
my flyer is fire, hit ‘em with the glossy
New York, I’m running with Mazzi
scheming on that green like Ponzi
stealing on these paunchy-ass Chauncey mufukas, we see ya
we slicker, we leaner, you know the demeanor

And I’m one of a kind
producers, I’ll tell you when I’m done with my rhyme
youngsters, fashion is fine
but skills are still kind of a big deal, you’ll find
old cats, you’re only old in the mind
fresh off 30 and I’m in my prime
Ice-T didn’t drop OG till 29
now his watch so rocked up he can’t tell the time
read the signs or get reassigned
your flow is sleepytime and it’s only three to nine
yall cheese and wine cats, recline back
we in the house, squeeze a lime that, rewind that
malkovich music dot com, redesigned
so log ya ass on and prepare to be surprised
be advised, stepping to me and mines
you’ll be waiting so long you’re gonna have to pee in line

310 prefix, we passing out leaflets
Cali gladiators, the word of the day is major
old school, rocked a pager till ’02
straight drinker like who the fuck drinks O’Doul’s? Old dudes.
and what the fuck is soju? No clue, just pour me another one
act like you knew, I’m back like the flu
better get you some tissue
off trees and tabacky my frees is nasty
unforgettable like the theme from Taxi
incredible like the weed in Cali
so now chicks rush my shows like Santee Alley
three pair, ten dollar, Malky got that good shit
inshallah, hot shit, holla
Los Ankheles – from where your accent is
grown man griz – watch ya man get biz.

the fourth song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

also on HAZE DIARIES VOLUME 3 by GOTHAM GREEN & QUICKIE MART. featuring Planet Asia | Freddie Gibbs | El Prez | Tunji | Jes Hudak | gothamgreen.wordpress.com

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Wanna marry me, better have that thousand G dowry
I show up to the altar with my shirt all flowery
my best man strapped with his nose all floury
better tell ‘em bout me G
—
In the winter I’m a winner
in the summer I’m a stunner
fall and I’ma spring on your spot, governor
chasing chips is cold as London
yall fish for them chips, I’m going for lump sums
conundrums, best laid plans come undone
the wind blows in and death becomes them
my uncle washed my mouth out, I was used to crumbs
fresh kicks and guest list, guess it’s juice to some
—
my work ethic’s ethnic, keep the threads silky
bread filthy, all for the family
throw a few Gs overseas
I got some farmland in Turkey that keeps my mama’s back furry
—
Malky, holla at me
bills get stacky and I get dollar-happy
Big Brother come knocking, watch me get all Iraqi
in the foreign account go all the Os
and the loose bills in my daughter’s clothes
keep the door closed
through the ages my life been through various stages
now times are serious so it’s about the papers.

the third song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

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Most definite, we the most def
and it’s a matter of time before you m*&$erf^&*ers get with it
don’t worry bout the click, don’t talk about the click
our name don’t sound right coming out your lips
you say the shit clumsy
my name Malkovich, associate my name with big money
I like my kicks drummy, I like my chicks chunky
or slim and bumpy, perfect for the rumpy pumpy
elbow on the bar, the wood feel good
downing this beer like a f$%^ing cold meal
Beatnuts hooked the beat up
the kind of interlude you figured dudes would have rapped on but never catched on
here, catch the bomb, what happened to your arms
it’s BLX, we’re the storm before the calm
I perform a song, make you wanna call your mom
and tell her how you wasted your life, oh my god
you start crying, she knows the deal and starts lying
on the speakerphone, had the whole crew dying.

the second song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
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Ayatollah Presley, yeah that’s me
thought I told ya, where’s ya memory
try to focus, let this be the last time I gotta tell ya ass in history
violas play on my entry
sold out the Hollywood Bowl, had to roll with Wembley
play me in the stadium, people wave and shout
flapping their extremities and yelling obscenities
Ayatollah Presley, highroller, Beverly Hills
steady deals keep my bills heverly
compliments to the chef, the meal was heavenly
a little too much dill but still real cherry
call me Your Majesty, the new king of rap
gave Eric B the presidency
MY SECURITY IS JOE PESCI, SO DON’T TEST ME.

Me and David Niven drinking Blue Ribbon
somewhere offa New Zealand, got a new shipment
that’s that truth serum
a man starts talking when he gets a few in him
and that shit right there’ll eat through denim
just back from Egypt, me and Hussein working on them new pyramids
bumping my joint sunrise to sunrise
the shit that cause loose ligaments and tooth filaments
the greatest? worn out, you gotta use synonyms
engaging, make the mundane seem amazing
BLX 2010, we taking everything
Goodfellas plane heist, that’s my favorite scene
be easy, this block is all Eighteens
riding slow, radio bumping “Maybellene”
Valley to the barrio, Cali to the Calliope
L.A. to Louisiana, yall cats know.

Someone tell Pharrell to put the sneakers down, the art pieces down
stop beating round the bush and go make me some beats now
tell the other dude to come too, you know, Hugo
heard he’s running the show far as tracks go
either way, fucking with yall’s a great forum
plus I kill beats better than the dudes that paid for ‘em
cats wanna pay me no mind, that’s great for ‘em
it’s Malky, only so many ways to ignore him
I’ve seen this before man, you’re a bit boring
every time I see this scene I’m fast-forwarding
peace to my home team, doing mad forwarding
just let me get on, dog, and we all win
Johnny Doe from Amsterdam, peace
Suzuki Kaioh, what up Torry, slide me them beats
A. Presley, smelling like D&G
and I grind so hard it’s like there’s fucking three of me.

the first song from the new mixtape AYATOLLAH PRESLEY
recording and releasing a new song every Monday.

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s’been a long Time coming ain’t it
had to happen some time man
it’s all a circle, it’s way overdue
I’ma speak in your language
and if you still need it translated, rewind it back’s the best I can do

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb

yo Kanye, shoot some beats my way
been in the game a minute, it’s time I got paid
on behalf of my crew – boma-ye
the fight just started, that’s what I say
people in Cali still trippin on prop 8
and Israel still got that Gaza blockade
they just hit Turkey in a pre-dawn raid
and America’s on its way out like Pompeii
into all this steps first name Elvis
walking straight offa your island like Ellis
apellate courts upheld it so I’m bailing
like a criminal evading Principal Belding
I ain’t pushing pallets – I ain’t pushing pellets
I’m pushing everything I got to get legit
we ain’t kids – and we got brains, shit
gotta be a better way to play this
gotta be a better way to make chips
without ending up in jail or making your brain sick
two hells I don’t want no parts of
in a country in some bullshit I wasn’t a cause of
my American dream ain’t far off, I can taste it
cats died to get here, I won’t waste it
yall fucked our country up
so now we on a permanent vacation and don’t need no invitation

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb

and fuck yall for even asking for explanations
circular conversations, I lose patience
oil’s worth more than water, ask BP
worth more than blood, ask the ex-VP
more than anything, ask George W.B.
the shit is like WB, so cue the dancing frog
but the frog is dead, floating in the Gulf
so don’t play dumb, it’s a fucking insult
now what happen when everything we had is yours
we grab the oars, row boats, land on your shores
all good, it’s the rules of war
but yall hicks picked a hell of a time to get sore
now yall wanna hide behind law
can’t hide behind guns no more, that’s what the camera’s for
Youtube, a round of applause
for giving you crooked motherfuckers pause

Flight from Iran, bags carry-on
customs just waves me through, carry on
rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb.

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