Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Radar Remix inst, 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
The Radar Remix inst |
Out on the street roams William X-P poems |
Describer of heat bones that put motherfuckers in deep zones |
It’s classic, full biz Shaggy Boombastic |
Flagship nigga with the shiny new classic |
That outlasted most, host of the century |
Chopping off domes like a big bowl of chimichurri |
You’re now on a new adventure with P |
Where I write and recite words intricately |
Through the shuffle, the hustle and bustle I unruffle |
Dudes' feathers, seeking out new endeavors |
I rain from riding on the outside lane |
All day on ‘em, even down South my name |
Ring bells — on the head, on the reg |
Pretty girls wanna pay, straight thunder |
I stay stuntin', number stay under |
The radar, the radar |
This is Legendary P status, worldwide fame |
X-Pro on the mountaintop, bird’s-eye aim |
On the suckas, chuckas and jivers who ain’t as live as |
I is, coming in at all shapes and sizes |
Pretty puffed up industry clones is getting banned |
Whenever I step it’s inside the jam |
Bringing realty, paving the way like the D.O.T. |
on ‘em |
I beat ‘em, not having to join ‘em |
It’s Wilhelm, always telling people how I feel, fam |
Sharpening the skills and letting ‘em know |
On a boulevard mission, I’m ready to go |
Tip time any place, any area code |
It’s that boss-like guy with the on point foresight |
Hotter than Jallah but colder than the frostbite |
Getting you so excited, call him the sure-shot star |
Live comfortably, pa, under the radar |
Please believe, kid, I tell you no floss, I go hard, it’s Pro Large |
I hit ‘em with the iron no starch |
Or priest, when Marco Polo doing the beats |
It’s wildfire flavor, hang on to your seats |
Still moving, the O.G.s and the little juvie-niles |
Have ‘em straight wylin out in the als |
In the stands, I speak so y’all can understand |
This rapper cash in and at least a hundred |
For the span, eternally feet planted firm-i-ly |
L.I., B-K, Queens, state and Germany |
Stance, lock clamps on ‘em all, on the mall, here today |
For all y’alls who veered away from the righteous path |
I’m here to school you with the staff on the ave |
We handing out flicks and autographs |
For the newbies, puffing doobies in the tinted-out car |
I maintain under the radar |