Lyrics Emergency Man - Marco Polo, Malcolm, Martin

Emergency Man

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