Marshall, sounds an S.O.S. Holy unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right! To the rap mobile, go!
Marshall! Marshall!
and Gentleman! showtime! Hurry, hurry, right up! the star of our show, his name is
Marshall!
You wouldn't wanna be else in the world right now So without ado, I bring to you
Marshall!
You 'bout to hip hop in its Most purest, most form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known Chip off the old but old doc is Looks like brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddam's got his own With his own private plane, his own Set to blow college room doors off the hinges (boom sound) Oranges, peach, pears, plums, Yeah, I come I'm inches away from you, here, none Hip hop is in a of 911, so
x2] Let's get to business I don't got no time to around what is this? Must be a circus in town, shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a Yeah!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta miracles Gee willikers Dre, bat syllables at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone to get rid of these rap criminals So, to ya Lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you to it Flows too wet, nobody to it says it was 'til everyone knows the shit The most hated on outta all those who say they get On songs it all so much They it all up no such thing Like a female with looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so more People when you rappin' and you know for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome 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 caped Dial straight down the eight zero zero You can even call collect, the most duet Since me and Elton, play career Russian And never even seen me blink get me a sweat People over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so Ease ova these beats, and be so Jesus, how can shit be so How can one be so Levy Turn on these beats don't see me me, B-E-T and M-T-V Are grieve when we leave, dog fo' sheezy Can't rap alone the game needs me 'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear the mountains Nothin' but clowns here But we ain't fuckin' around here Yo Dre! up? Can I get a yeah? Yeah!
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So you have it folks Marshall! Has come to the day Back his friend Andre And to remind you bullshit does not pay Marshall! And Andre are to stay and never go away Until our day, until we're old and gray Marshall! So next time friends Same hair, same rap channel everyone, thank you for coming Your for the evening Marshall! Oh! Ha!