The Veteran - Marco Polo, Grand Daddy I.U.

I love the colorful clothes she wears)

Is that right

Colorful clothes?

(And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair)

Ha

Bring the beat in, man

Yeah

I.U

Marco Polo

This shit right here is history… in the making

Huh?

Check it

I been in the game since Daddy Kane sayin No Half-Steppin'

When Large Pro rocked with the Main I was reppin

Before the game changed and the bullshit trappin

I was already a legend, veteran, ask your bredren

I scored me a classic, my first LP

Until you cowards do the same, fuck can you tell me?

I’m from the era of the boom bap, the real rap

Before the West or the Dirty South was even on the map

When niggas wore fatigues and they hat to the back

Now they dressin like hoes in colorful, tight clothes

This game’s in the shambles now, anything goes

Come on, skateboard gear?

The fuck outta here

When Nas said the shit was dead I read it loud and clear

That’s why I ain’t turned the radio on in 'bout a year

Cause Hot 97 be playin that garbage

And Power 105 be playin that garbage

Then these bullshit labels keep signin that garbage

Fuck that, I.U., I’mma give you the hardness

I’m a soldier, and soldiers do militant shit

I live and die by the code, and that’s as real as it get

I ain’t a Blood or a Crip, I’m a thug with a clip

And when I empty it out, niggas' blood gon' drip

You gon' give me respect in this bitch, by any means

Or get hung by the chain on your tight-ass jeans

Your days are numbered, your future ain’t as bright as it seems

I’m 'bout to end your career right mo’fuckin here

Before we go further, let’s get this clear

I Dot, I’m the Mack of the Year

Cocksucker

(The veteran) --] Guru

(Runnin my plan, I’m the better man) --] Guru

I speak my mind cause a closed mouth don’t get fed

And hustle hard, cause lazy niggas don’t get bread

I’m from the 'Stead where these young boys bust for nothin

Hummer stuntin like they ain’t scared of jail or somethin

I just laugh cause I’m past that

You came to beef, I came to ask where the ass at, the cash at

I’m the last of a dying breed, you buyin weed

I’m growin a whole farm to grow marijuana on

And I don’t even smoke but my money kinda long

And my team blow pot, so fuck it, why not

Live from the streets of the 'Stead it’s I Dot

You want what I got, yeah nigga, I’m hot

You say a old school rapper can’t get no play

But the Rolling Stones can sell a million records today

Well shit, if that’s the case I’m the rap Mick Jagger

Pretty chick bagger, check the stick swagger

I came in the game, I was ahead of my time

This era is mine, you listen to a veteran rhyme

I score points like Shaq in the post packin a toast

Far as dough, Steady Flow stackin the most

So be easy, you cowards don’t want no discrepancy

Especially steppin to me without a weapon, G

You must be out your rabbit ass mind

MP stop the track, this here’s the last line

I’m out

Fuckers