Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marquee, artist - Marco Polo. Album song The Radar 12", in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2007
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Marquee |
Ayo, people get excited when O.C.'s on the marquee |
Star child, Portuguese, of a dark breed |
Against the powers that be is what the odds be |
Yet it’s an M-Polo track co-starring me |
Back up in your eardrum, it’s REDRUM |
With no pen and paper, just a mic and some headphones |
Listen to the sound of the chimes go |
When you hear this in the club you know it’s time for |
‘Cause when I |
When the dance floor’s packed with them hip hop heads that really want it yo |
Need not to worry no more, Omar |
Has officially returned, thanks for the concerns |
And now the phoenix has risen from the ashes |
We’re puff, puff, passin' weed inside them backwoods |
I’m just that good |
I’ve been better to the letter, the game I done mastered |
Yes |
Everybody needs to freeze |
Hold you hands up high |
Get lost in the moment, trapped in the moment |
This is feel-good music |
If still waters run deep still |
Me and P here to fill up the well |
Provided that you drink from it |
We make sure them impurities are flushed out |
This is what hip hop’s about |
Flowing the beat, get ‘em addicted like painkillers |
We pinpoint and assess just like trained killers |
Chow Yun Fat, no |
This is O.C., transmitting through the mic apparatus (oh!) |
This is not form I get for combo |
Good morning, just laughing and running my mouth off |
Conventional stance or even Southpaw |
With my ambidextrous flow I knock out bars |
Mega-hard kick drum, kick son dead in the balls |
With the kick drum, there ain’t any pause |
There’s perfection in a flaw |
If I’m writing a, stand and applause |
This that joint in the spot to make ‘em whisper |
The flow and the voice, I know ya Ole Miss cuz |
This ain’t that time for me to make the Best Of |
So now I’m back to the rescue |
Move crowds in multitudes |
I see y’all still sleepin' on water flow can do |
Hold with the beat and the bass line, the pro in the tunes |
When Polo took a stir and this is one hell of a stew |
The blind taste what their buds embrace |
So what their fingertips touch like braille or any face |
Well, we givin' y’all something you can feel |
Without using your optic nerves, your ears can tell |
‘Cause the bass on, the flows on |
And you’re all welcome to pass on through |
Here’s an invitation we extend to all |
Proving hip hop’s alive when they saying it’s lost |