Emergency Man - Marco Polo, Malcolm, Martin

Uh oh, it’s an emergency, sound the alarm

My passport is stamped, one change, exchange currency

Or try to meet me half way just like Fergie’s

You better go on, my shitstorm is hard to beat

In all honesty philosophy thoughts

It gets deeper quicker than the economy drops

Follow the leader, the speaker’s gon' probably pop

This is more than a verse, it’s electrical shock

M-P on the beat, no military police

Know a Newport, New York minute, New York streets

Find a new sport, we all gritty, you all weak

Pop a few corks all that trash rest in peace

Please, you are not on my level dude

Niggas duck down every time they hear the metal shoot

This is your final call, y’all should have read a few

When the road get rough it’s hard for me to pedal through

And I’m ahead of you by a landslide

Not being able to provide hurts a man’s pride

I’m a warrior, stared in a man’s eyes

Feeling euphoria every time that I blast nines

These days are nothing like the past times

When hip hop had a pulse not a flat line

I was at Ridgemont getting high as the fast times

Thought I was floating until my boat capsized

What good is first place without a grand prize

It’s like a first-class nigga flying on standby

Yeah, just wait for your name to be called

These dudes softer than a song

When I was young I couldn’t wait to be on, now I’m here though

One real nigga amongst all of these weirdos

Rap with a vigor, the picture clear as my earlobes

Gotta a hold it down ‘cause failure is what I fear most

It’s an emergency, call an ambulance

Fans busting in your door with a battering ram

Mom in the kitchen and she’s cooking up candied yams

We in the boondocks and shooting like a cameraman

Keep a and they’re cooler than an avalanche

I’m not an amateur, if avatar had a chance

Got a blue bitch plus tools like a handyman

Fitted hat hang on my head like again

Posted at the airport looking through my travel plans

Run for your life, get fit for danger

Can’t count all the times I was whipped with hangers

Authorized by my father doing fits of anger

I still stay blessed like Jesus in the manger

I’m anti pop culture, the block kosher

The closer you get to the son, I roast you

You on a highway to heaven, for bread I toast you

I enter and vent, this life is an adventure

The mis-education, music was my mentor

So during disasters or martial law

I be running through these bars,

So cautious I looked like a crossing guard

But I’m finally at the crossroads, cross my heart

It’s a crisis so get the paramedics

When they come you’ll be dead in the streets already

Number one is a joke, it’s the same old song

Yellow tape, make shirts with your faces on it

You’ll be tested here, hope your faith is strong

It’s my testament, hope you’re safe at home

When the gas mask off and their face is shown

No emergency brakes, I hit the sixth gear

High terrorist alert so bring the

«Okay, so if you saw the movie ‘Strange Brew' you know all about where this

music comes from.

So that’s in the cut.

Play some music.»

«Good day.»

«Maestro.»