Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astonishing, artist - Marco Polo. Album song Astonishing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Astonishing |
| Astonishing how I flip a mic and start bombin' shit |
| Varnishing, paint on the wall with knowledge and |
| Wisdom, one, two, dip ‘em in the holy water |
| Rip it in the holy war, check ‘em into post mortem |
| Document, fresh direct Ralph Lauren hoodie |
| When I be on the West Coast rock with |
| The limelight fry ‘em like five-fifty Fahrenheit |
| Fire mics daily with ninety-nine terabytes |
| Bangers, I pop up with new angles |
| In the maze, navigating this game, so far made loose- |
| And dead-ends, crystal mint, James Brown, there it is |
| Walking it, talking it, making it all connect |
| Through instinct, full of god, Iron Mike in the straight |
| Mosey up and away, grab your rosary |
| Hoes be all up in the mix tryna cake off |
| Or be left with crumbs in the end while I take all |
| I’m straight boss, wave of my hand I make ‘em break North |
| I’m paid off, something like Bernie how I made off |
| Yours truly, got ‘em jumping like the horror movie |
| Shit your groupies move to couldn’t hardly move me |
| I’m that Beat Street Ramo with fuego |
| Pounds or pesos, don’t matter it’s all bueno |
| Pay close attention, mention my name: provoke tension |
| Bets in the game, there’s no question |
| This is Marco, Rebel on the job with the Large Pro |
| Lords of the Underground marked with the barcode |
| The Dark Knight, eyes on the city |
| Dimes on the sticky, overtime on my grissy |
| Mind on the moola, doola |
| Stepping with the superfly cougar and the personal Ruger |
| I’m through your brain like Hennessy black |
| Flow dawg, I’m a menace to rap, but stretching your crack |
| «Create astonishing lines» |
| «The flow is something amazing» |
| Similar to Eastwood, roll in the gauntlet |
| Bulletproof bust but shots get to sparkin' |
| Create an idea, if there’s a problem I solve it |
| Maximize brain cells, glitter like garland |
| You can’t out-rap us, twenty-plus years been at this |
| Large Pro, I-N-S above average |
| This ain’t fire, this is arson |
| Big guns pointing at your toes, got rappers doing the Charleston |
| Breaking atoms send a spindle round your dome |
| When I hit ‘em, if I need help to Deck I shine a Wu emblem |
| M-Polo on the boss for dolo, whippin' it like a Volvo |
| Picture this like a group photo |
| It’s a team effort, no need to fly solo |
| Bear witness, crown over mine, this would be the logo O. C |
| By design it was in the terrace |
| Simple A-U combined make it eighteen karat |
| Gold bars, Libyan money, bloody the nozz |
| We the verbal gods, blow heat, discreet just to beat the odds |
| Exotic lodges, ménages, Khadaf is |
| Single-handedly murdering soloists and squadrons |
| This is vernacular, my poetry is spectacular |
| Bram Stoker choke the vocals of an amateur |
| Attack like terrorist plot from Afghanistan |
| African, we a pack of wolves, y’all a rack of lambs |
| Seven-and-one-half ounces of grand thoughts spilled |
| I’m like a shark with venom coming out of my gills |
| Behind enemy lines, ready for war still |
| Rhymes like extended clips spitting out of mack mills |
| Benevolent martyr, all my Gs scarred up |
| Mastered the art of these bars, word to the Father |
| Indigenous pharaoh, my thoughts travel |
| Like a hollow-tip through a barrel |
| Watch a universal battle |
| The magnum opus who’ll split an atom when he focused |
| We the titans in the cypher, y’all a bunch of roaches |
| Travel the Matrix in a time-portal spaceship |
| Visions of Euro stacks, better where my face is |
| Champion hoodie, shell-top with no laces |
| Queensbridge houses, nostalgic, most graces |