Marshall, sounds an S.O.S. whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right! To the rap mobile, go!
Marshall! Marshall!
and Gentleman! showtime! Hurry, hurry, step up! Introducin' the star of our show, his is
Marshall!
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the right now So further ado, I bring to you
Marshall!
You 'bout to hip hop in its Most purest, most rawest form, flow almost Most hardest, honest, known artist Chip off the old but old doc is Looks like Batman brought his own Oh God, got his own Laden his own private plane, his own pilot Set to college dorm room doors off the hinges (boom sound) Oranges, peach, pears, plums, Yeah, I come I'm inches from you, here, fear none Hip hop is in a of 911, so
x2] Let's get down to I don't got no to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit On these clowns, can I get a Yeah!
Quick move fast, gotta perform miracles Gee willikers Dre, holy bat Look at all the that goes on in Gotham I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to ya Lou, while I do what I do You even impressed no more, you used to it Flows too wet, close to it says it was 'til everyone knows the shit The hated on outta all those who say they get hated On eighties Exaggerate it all so make it all up There's no such Like a female with good who cooks and cleans It just means so more to so much more People when you rappin' and you what for The show must go on, so I'd to welcome y'all To Marshall and carnival on! Now
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It's just like old times, the duo Two old friends, why You already who's fully capable, the two heroes straight down the center eight zero zero You can even collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, career Russian Roulette And never even seen me blink get me bustin' a People over people just to rush to the set to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease ova these beats, and be so Jesus, how can be so easy How can one Chandra be so Turn on beats MC's don't see me Believe me, B-E-T and Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog fo' Can't leave rap alone the game me 'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear the mountains Nothin' but clowns down But we ain't around 'round here Yo Dre! up? Can I get a hell Yeah!
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So you have it folks Marshall! Has come to the day Back his friend Andre And to you that bullshit does not pay Marshall! And Andre are here to and never go away Until our dying day, until old and gray Marshall! So next time friends blond hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for Your for the evening Marshall! Oh! Ha!