Low Budget Allstars - Marco Polo

Them other dudes you’ve heard, it’s all polluted

The true soldier’s here, you need to salute him

With no interruptions until the conclusion

My crew’s been slept on for some time now

Still here writing these rhymes down

Still scribbling out the racket, Wimbledon Ralph

Figuring out the next move, different amounts

Cash to make once you get past the fake

Later for them for under-estimating a gem

They don’t understand

Thank God for the fans that’s die hard

For y’all, can attest to that

The new stuff coming out, we the best of that

Years from now see where all the rest is at

I don’t kick dollar-bin raps, let it be known

It’s classics being crafted till I’m in the casket

It go one, two, three and to the four, five

Come through, we get it so live

For the speakers, a matter of fact

Over beats when I’m riding the track or when I’m talking to y’all

Squad up, whole arsenal raw

You washed up like Arsenio Hall

You not tough, stop putting thought into your bars

You not us, take it lost like a man, admit it, you got crushed

But since you kept running your lips it did not hush

Ended up like Mike did with them kids and you got touched

Ended up like Mike Vic in the pocket, you got rushed

And we went right quick in your pocket, you got stuck

Give it up, and just in case you planning to fight back

I play baseball with your face and a spiked bat

Avoid the buck fifty, you thinking we Jah Cool

That’s like Lloyd, Buck and Fifty singing for Ja Rule

Y’all fools for thinking we’re stopping, please

We’re making paper like we’re chopping trees

It’s hard labor like we’re chopping trees

But God gave us the gift to up piff like we’re chopping trees

With the scripts that I rip like it’s paper

Stole a dream up my sleeve, I’mma wear it to caper

So, Your Honor, I’m guilty as charged

No questions asked, I seized the moment and I’m bending the laws

No gravity, high forms of flattery, on the cusp

When niggas clone a style that they mad at me, on my nuts

Pause, I’m an all-star, F1, light the flag

Best of raw soul when the harbor guns is on blast

I’m here to shine light on niggas like the po-lice do

Now they runnin' my plates and got a gun in my face because the flow lethal

I told ‘em that he’s hoping not the type of dope he’s smokin'

I don’t mean to sound like I’m meaning to sound off

But if you don’t put it down trust I ain’t coming around y’all

I used to be sound with the round ball

But now I sound good like I found a new reason to sound off

CY Young, not because of the As

But more so because of the way cousin would get paid

But this is just a side way

‘Cause I don’t purvey like I’m getting bank

I don’t care what you think

Me, I’m on the brink

The cusp like dawn of the sunlight

The crutch, I ain’t leaning, I come right

So you should get the feeling it’s done right

And when you get to hearing know the difference between us and not quite

Unlikely spite, nah

We plan to handle like chances

Time to double up them advances

You a fan of that, cancer

I’m doubling pampers

Onesies,, strive right, walk with ‘em

Coulda bailed, stood a chance I could feel

So when the speaker blow it’s more wind for your sails

Single pops, sending y’all single shots

No preliminary warning, I’m on it

Official world global warming

Shine, bet the moon reflect the heat swarming

Grind to the sky, project my broad’s armor

Soldiers in the struggle, salute us with your arms up