| Uh oh, it’s an emergency, sound the alarm
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| My passport is stamped, one change, exchange currency
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| Or try to meet me half way just like Fergie’s
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| You better go on, my shitstorm is hard to beat
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| In all honesty philosophy thoughts
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| It gets deeper quicker than the economy drops
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| Follow the leader, the speaker’s gon' probably pop
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| This is more than a verse, it’s electrical shock
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| M-P on the beat, no military police
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| Know a Newport, New York minute, New York streets
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| Find a new sport, we all gritty, you all weak
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| Pop a few corks all that trash rest in peace
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| Please, you are not on my level dude
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| Niggas duck down every time they hear the metal shoot
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| This is your final call, y’all should have read a few
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| When the road get rough it’s hard for me to pedal through
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| And I’m ahead of you by a landslide
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| Not being able to provide hurts a man’s pride
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| I’m a warrior, stared in a man’s eyes
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| Feeling euphoria every time that I blast nines
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| These days are nothing like the past times
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| When hip hop had a pulse not a flat line
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| I was at Ridgemont getting high as the fast times
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| Thought I was floating until my boat capsized
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| What good is first place without a grand prize
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| It’s like a first-class nigga flying on standby
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| Yeah, just wait for your name to be called
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| These dudes softer than a song
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| When I was young I couldn’t wait to be on, now I’m here though
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| One real nigga amongst all of these weirdos
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| Rap with a vigor, the picture clear as my earlobes
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| Gotta a hold it down ‘cause failure is what I fear most
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| It’s an emergency, call an ambulance
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| Fans busting in your door with a battering ram
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| Mom in the kitchen and she’s cooking up candied yams
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| We in the boondocks and shooting like a cameraman
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| Keep a and they’re cooler than an avalanche
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| I’m not an amateur, if avatar had a chance
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| Got a blue bitch plus tools like a handyman
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| Fitted hat hang on my head like again
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| Posted at the airport looking through my travel plans
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| Run for your life, get fit for danger
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| Can’t count all the times I was whipped with hangers
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| Authorized by my father doing fits of anger
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| I still stay blessed like Jesus in the manger
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| I’m anti pop culture, the block kosher
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| The closer you get to the son, I roast you
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| You on a highway to heaven, for bread I toast you
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| I enter and vent, this life is an adventure
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| The mis-education, music was my mentor
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| So during disasters or martial law
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| I be running through these bars,
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| So cautious I looked like a crossing guard
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| But I’m finally at the crossroads, cross my heart
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| It’s a crisis so get the paramedics
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| When they come you’ll be dead in the streets already
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| Number one is a joke, it’s the same old song
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| Yellow tape, make shirts with your faces on it
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| You’ll be tested here, hope your faith is strong
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| It’s my testament, hope you’re safe at home
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| When the gas mask off and their face is shown
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| No emergency brakes, I hit the sixth gear
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| High terrorist alert so bring the
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| «Okay, so if you saw the movie ‘Strange Brew' you know all about where this
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| music comes from. |
| So that’s in the cut. |
| Play some music.»
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| «Good day.»
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| «Maestro.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Emergency Man , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album PA2: The Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп