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