Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marathon, artist - Dilated Peoples. Album song Neighborhood Watch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Marathon |
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this |
To show our appreciation for your support |
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this |
Thank you, DJs |
Dilated, let’s go |
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands |
Check it |
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands |
Yo, first up, I stay updated |
Stay in the zone, an' no question, stay 'Dilated' |
Understand, I exercise patience |
Respect my paths 'cause the road, these cats paved it |
Now that we’ve got that straight, it’s time to move on |
I don’t train for sprints, I train for marathons |
A long haul, we’re built for this |
It’s proven, every year, more people cop our shit |
The point I’m gettin' at, we’re buildin' a army |
Couldn’t thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly |
Right now, we’re parked in a comfortable spot |
By 2004, we’re out to own the whole lot |
Out for the top, to settle for less, the short change |
So we keep our heads with us, as there’s more to gain |
An' with war is pain, so we roll the dice |
It’s all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price, check it out y’all |
Yo, they go off when they go on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
Pace yourself so you can face yourself |
Run hard, you really only race yourself |
Yo, they go off when they go on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
But we don’t run from shit, we run to it |
Might run over your shit or run through it |
I crack my own tooth, man, rap’s a tool |
Just to spit crowns an' leave your head wrapped with jewels |
Respect that, even if you don’t respect that |
Label politics is just a minor setback |
As long as we’re willin' an' our heart is still in it |
In the marathon, the artists will win it |
Even though they want me to bite my tongue |
Where I’m comin' from it’s like 'Fuck that, I’ll still win it' |
The long run separates the weak an' strong one |
Never underestimate how deep the songs run |
Pace yourself so you can face yourself |
Run hard, you really only race yourself |
Yo, clap your hands, your hands you clap |
Expansion Team rap, then expand the map |
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular |
Stamina, Rakaa’s a party flow master like this |
Yo, they go off when they go on, on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
Pace yourself so you can face yourself |
Run hard, you really only race yourself |
Yo, they go off when they go on, on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
But we don’t run from shit, we run to it |
Might run over your shit or run through it |
I’m like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds |
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon |
Some can’t carry on, they’re tired or feel ill |
But in the end, real soldiers are still will |
Sometimes, it’s just spectators an' gladiators |
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us |
To Buddy, Princess an' Jalen, congratulations |
This year, there’s less funerals than graduations |
Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue |
Standin' ovations, Dilated blows up every venue |
A new era, placed first, style pursuin' |
The shoe fits? |
Wear it, it’s based on you an' |
Your off beat DJ, anythin' he play |
Sounds like Babu, pulled the plug with no delay |
This homestretch, I’ve saved my last breath |
I push full throttle, no rest 'til nothin’s left, it’s the marathon |
Yo, they go off when they go on, on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
Pace yourself so you can face yourself |
Run hard, you really only race yourself |
Yo, they go off when they go on, on |
On an' on, on an' on, marathon |
But we don’t run from shit, we run to it |
Might run over your shit or run through it |
Clap your hands, clap your hands, come on |
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands |
Check it, Expansion Team forever an' the Alchemist |
It’s the marathon |