Marshall, sounds an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're right! To the rap mobile, go!
Marshall! Marshall!
and Gentleman! showtime! Hurry, hurry, step up! Introducin' the of our show, his name is
Marshall!
You wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now So without ado, I bring to you
Marshall!
You 'bout to hip hop in its Most purest, rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, artist off the old block but old doc is Looks like Batman his own Robin Oh God, Saddam's got his own With his own plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room off the hinges (boom sound) Oranges, peach, pears, plums, Yeah, here I I'm inches away from you, here, fear 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 the shit down On clowns, can I get a witness? Yeah!
Quick gotta fast, gotta perform miracles Gee Dre, holy bat syllables Look at all the bullshit that on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap So, to ya Lou, while I do what I do best You ain't impressed no more, you used to it Flows too wet, close to it Nobody says it was 'til everyone the shit The most hated on all those who say they get hated On eighties it all so much They it all up There's no such Like a with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so more to so much more People when you rappin' and you know for The show must go on, so I'd to welcome y'all To and Andre's carnival on! Now
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It's just like old times, the duo Two old friends, why You who's fully capable, the two caped heroes Dial down the center eight zero zero You can call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play Russian Roulette And never even seen me get me bustin' a sweat People over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so ova these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so How can one Chandra be so Turn on these beats don't see me me, B-E-T and M-T-V Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog fo' leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the Nothin' but clowns here But we ain't around 'round here Yo Dre! up? Can I get a hell Yeah!
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So there you it folks Marshall! Has to save 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 we're old and Marshall! So until time friends blond hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, you for coming Your for the evening Marshall! Oh! Ha!