Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marco Polo, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song 2000 Fold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.06.1999
Record label: Ideal
Song language: English
Marco Polo |
| I supersede MC’s with these rhymes I fell upon |
| Holding Koran, the self appointed Teflon Don |
| My golden arms strong no frail |
| Chew letters spit nails |
| As the world turns and burns I got dizzy and fell |
| I felt the Earth move dude then the sky turned red |
| Touch mine and I get live the world wide web |
| Who said, «Declare war»? |
| I seen your crew before |
| At a glance, you even make it how to advance |
| Ayo I make you dance with a frenzy of slugs no doubt |
| Eternal beef will end with your crew rubbed out |
| My clout is elevated by the man I’ve become |
| Forever won son, my rhymes long term like mutual funds |
| Stun massage your eardrum, I’m wild my style vary |
| Exists amidst the gist is I ain’t ordinary |
| My personalities split identity |
| Remember me blaze, I make moves like Kaiser Soze |
| Marc' Polo |
| Kamikaze missions |
| Skill bomb drills |
| Nine milli' mils tucked in the bubble jacket |
| With Tak and Ryu you’ll get served with the racket |
| Michael Chang type slang, verb Viet Cong |
| South Cali saigon, Don Juan Dimarco |
| Polo, hip hop rejects world trade embargo |
| It’s Tiger Chan the San Fernando Valley Rambo |
| In camo |
| Flage dodge the ammo I’m Commando |
| With Vandon I’ll verbally bust shots at random |
| With rhyme repercussions that kill like Charles Manson |
| Funk phantom with words observe my lingui- |
| -stics and stones will break beats, break bones |
| Polo |
| Marco |
| Feeling like the Prince of Demarco |
| Follow, rock it/rocket like the 13th Apollo |
| Polo, I grab mics and go for dolo |
| Love lines, angles and rhymes project my thought |
| I start writing with this psychopath, mad vex vision |
| King Tut, mummy rap, idiotic feeling |
| Tea spoon of rhymes is enough to combust |
| Spontaneous or not I’m sharp like elephant tusks |
| You can fantasize but this ain’t no scene like the Bahamas |
| It’s more like a last minute notice from stealth bombers |
| Power from the moon, skill like combat platoons |
| Snap shot, picture frame, quick photo lens zoom |
| Tossing bodies like a javelin, 60 yard mark |
| And it made a metal face side bark aardvark |
| Ayo so crack the window some cause I’m collapsing your lung |
| Necktie wiseguy straight off the boat from Un Cung |
| I drop a plate of feel the rays of the sun |
| Use the light like photosynthesis generating my tongue |
| It’s guerrilla warfare cause I’m the capital like Cairo |
| The world could never comprehend the wicked things that I know |
| The beat percussion slamming like a mosh pit |
| Too much exposure to the wack this always makes me nauseous |
| So I avoid to be exposed and stay equipped with battle drill |
| Suck their pride like banana cupcake cream filled |
| Backspin to windmill |
| Nylons cover linoleum |
| Dancing with a mic causing verbal pandemonium |
| Marco |
| (Polo) |
| Marco |
| (Polo) |
| Fish outta water? |
| (Yo, why you peeking man?) |
| I’m rushing, smashing MC’s up like pumpkins |
| For fronting, my function is phat make no assumption |
| Clothes steady clumping, junk joined at the hip hop hooray |
| Mayday melee runs off the lip then dips |
| Down way, way low below the surface |
| Fuck what you heard I can see you getting nervous |
| 40 love serve us, Ryu is up to volley |
| Mop that bitch full of shit without the folly |
| Muhammad Ali butterfly rhymes that stick and move |
| I shall exceed indeed to proceed I presume |
| All aboard yo as we reach the end merge |
| Switching gears don’t fuck with mine Depeche Mode |
| I got that soul glow, double O flow beyond point |
| I remember school dazed off the Spike Lee Joint |
| I’m twisted, ain’t no use for no resistance |
| Ease back, give me my room I need some clearance |
| Appearance, interference between the foes |
| The schizophrenic bandit, Marco Polo |