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[INTRO]n tha function mess be stuntin.
some of these niggas like messy frontin.
till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache. n if u got a vest its nothin. we got telephones. rubba band money that ti that steach long. tha west is bak niggas been getin slept on. sum niggas fell of sum niggas kept on but not me im gangsta gangsta on hip i got sumthin thats dangerous. n tha p coat i got a thang thats stainless hop out tha range n just ame at strangas. The boy boy dont get no betta. Only time u n tha hood is n that ecko sweata. lil dude got u thinkn u sumthin. second rounds on uh bitch i aint payn 4 nothin.
[COURSE]i wish god made mo nigga like me, ghetto ass niggas like me, it aint no niggas like me. you aint feel a nigga me, kuz imma hustla and erybody knows my name, they know my game they know i bang. ther still aint no nigga like me, he aint built a nigga like me.
fo gods sakes i got ways i smoke lots uh gonga maybe thats tha same reason my gowap is longer, gotta catch me in tha traffic im unda. probablly in tha kitchen wit tha mix like hunt ya mama. So holla, i got tha LBX's just ta hold me off till tha LP presses im n tha swilver seats wit tha Alanta freaks n my swisha sweets where tha hell he get this? u know i pack them 2's boy, you will get touched like a cathlic schoo boy.
Fuck all that otha shit messys dangerous, ill be moven 8 balls like im rackin pool boy. Im on tha phone wit tha streets on tha otha line kuz tha block hot like leather seats in tha summa time, i shake FEDS, brake bread like duck n hine, dump 9's we been thru this hunnit times.
[COURSE]i wish god made mo nigga like me, ghetto ass niggas like me, it aint no niggas like me. you aint feel a nigga me, kuz imma hustla and erybody knows my name, they know my game they know i bang. ther still aint no nigga like me, he aint built a nigga like me.
you dont wana be weaponds, tha foefoe thats tha key weapond. open ya belly like B' section. i aint C' stepin i get my B thang on n i aint haten get ya C thang on. look niggas betta go back home befoe i pass tha fence. get ya head bust thinkin imma pastafist, we got 2' 23's wit n banna clips. wen tha tha hamma hits it will turn ya into banna split. Shit imma force to be reckin wit. Tha same one all tha whores be F'n wit. Click clack n course i be reppin it, pull up in that black thang like nigga tha president. Uhhh. you dudes think u hot, but i been in it foe a min n i think u not, The Boy Boy is back nigga. Coke n Crack nigga. K's and gas my goons will lay u flat nigga.
[COURSE]i wish god made mo nigga like me, ghetto ass niggas like me, it aint no niggas like me. you aint feel a nigga me, kuz imma hustla and erybody knows my name, they know my game they know i bang. ther still aint no nigga like me, he aint built a nigga like me.

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One of the most extraordinary products of recent Fillmore history is Messy Marv, a rapper whose life reflects the neighborhood's struggle with a half century of urban renewal and the ’80s-era introduction of crack into America's ghettos. In 1996, when he was still in 10th grade, he released his first album, Messy Situations (Ammo). Though it sold around 15,000 units, Mess admits he didn't take music seriously at first.

"I dropped out of high school due to family issues," he says. "I had to grow up real fast and do the man thing, but I started doin' the street thing."

Nonetheless, Mess's rap reputation grew, and in 1997 he hooked up with San Quinn to record Explosive Mode (Presidential, 1998), which has sold more than 50,000 copies. "There was a lot of hype around the hood about how he was better than me or I was better than him," Mess says. "We decided to come together, and we made a classic."

"At that time, I was really on the street, living outta cars, doing real bad things," he recalls. "So Quinn and his mom took me in."

Despite his success when few in the Bay were moving many units, Mess was unable to leave the dope game, partly due to his own addiction.

"I inherited a cocaine habit," the rapper says. "I been clean for a while, but I had a really bad habit. All I can say is 'Say no to drugs.’” Though he won't go into details, Mess confirms his triple life as rapper, dealer, and user came to a head one night at an out-of-state show in 2001, when he was forced to jump out a fourth-floor window. "I broke both of my legs, crushed my left foot, lost a lot of blood," Mess says. "I was in a wheelchair for six months. The doctors said I'd never walk again."
"It gave me a whole new respect for handicapped people. I was doing shows in my wheelchair, and I rocked the whole crowd. It was a hell of a feeling that they still accepted me," he says. "That gave me the strength to get up and walk. I learned how to walk all over again, by myself, in four months. After that I decided it was time to go somewhere else with my life."

As if to atone for time lost, Messy Marv has since pursued his talent with a vengeance, recording a slew of projects for his own label, Scalen LLC, and labels such as Frisco Street Show, which released a reunion with Quinn, Explosive Mode 2: "Back in Business" (2006), and just dropped Explosive Mode 3 with Husalah and Jacka. In 2004, Mess inked a distribution deal for Scalen through Universal/Fontana, helping him move more than 20,000 copies each of Disobayish (2004) and Bandannas, Tattoos and Tongue Rings (2005). While he spent much of 2005 in county jail on a weapons violation, he still managed to score one of the big radio hits of the hyphy movement, "Get on My Hype," produced by Droop-E. Most recently, he's been on MTV and other airwaves with the E-A-Ski- and CMT-produced "So Hood," from The Infrastructure (SMC), his album with Hunters Point rapper Guce, released under the name Bullys Wit Fullys. A self-conscious bid to end hood rivalry between the ’Moe and HP, the Infrastructure project shows Mess's awareness of the power of his position as a role model even as he continues to spit with the most defiant swagger of any rapper in the Bay.

While Mess admits he has major deals on the table and plans to release the first of a two-volume opus titled What You Know about Me? in December, he also intends to retire thereafter in a nonbinding Jay-Z sort of way in order to concentrate on the younger acts on his label. This intention seems characteristic of the true spirit of the Fillmore as well as an acknowledgment that despite his youth, Messy Marv has already written a chapter in the district's history. (Garrett Caples)
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