Marshall, sounds like an SOS... Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right...
To the rapmobile, let's go...
{Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up, Introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else In the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}...
You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks like Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums, Syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, i'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in A state of 911, so...
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Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus In town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let's get
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