Marco Polo - Styles of Beyond, Emcee 007

I supersede MC’s with these rhymes I fell upon

Holding Koran, the self appointed Teflon Don

My golden arms strong no frail

Chew letters spit nails

As the world turns and burns I got dizzy and fell

I felt the Earth move dude then the sky turned red

Touch mine and I get live the world wide web

Who said, «Declare war»?

I seen your crew before

At a glance, you even make it how to advance

Ayo I make you dance with a frenzy of slugs no doubt

Eternal beef will end with your crew rubbed out

My clout is elevated by the man I’ve become

Forever won son, my rhymes long term like mutual funds

Stun massage your eardrum, I’m wild my style vary

Exists amidst the gist is I ain’t ordinary

My personalities split identity

Remember me blaze, I make moves like Kaiser Soze

Marc' Polo

Kamikaze missions

Skill bomb drills

Nine milli' mils tucked in the bubble jacket

With Tak and Ryu you’ll get served with the racket

Michael Chang type slang, verb Viet Cong

South Cali saigon, Don Juan Dimarco

Polo, hip hop rejects world trade embargo

It’s Tiger Chan the San Fernando Valley Rambo

In camo

Flage dodge the ammo I’m Commando

With Vandon I’ll verbally bust shots at random

With rhyme repercussions that kill like Charles Manson

Funk phantom with words observe my lingui-

-stics and stones will break beats, break bones

Polo

Marco

Feeling like the Prince of Demarco

Follow, rock it/rocket like the 13th Apollo

Polo, I grab mics and go for dolo

Love lines, angles and rhymes project my thought

I start writing with this psychopath, mad vex vision

King Tut, mummy rap, idiotic feeling

Tea spoon of rhymes is enough to combust

Spontaneous or not I’m sharp like elephant tusks

You can fantasize but this ain’t no scene like the Bahamas

It’s more like a last minute notice from stealth bombers

Power from the moon, skill like combat platoons

Snap shot, picture frame, quick photo lens zoom

Tossing bodies like a javelin, 60 yard mark

And it made a metal face side bark aardvark

Ayo so crack the window some cause I’m collapsing your lung

Necktie wiseguy straight off the boat from Un Cung

I drop a plate of feel the rays of the sun

Use the light like photosynthesis generating my tongue

It’s guerrilla warfare cause I’m the capital like Cairo

The world could never comprehend the wicked things that I know

The beat percussion slamming like a mosh pit

Too much exposure to the wack this always makes me nauseous

So I avoid to be exposed and stay equipped with battle drill

Suck their pride like banana cupcake cream filled

Backspin to windmill

Nylons cover linoleum

Dancing with a mic causing verbal pandemonium

Marco

(Polo)

Marco

(Polo)

Fish outta water?

(Yo, why you peeking man?)

I’m rushing, smashing MC’s up like pumpkins

For fronting, my function is phat make no assumption

Clothes steady clumping, junk joined at the hip hop hooray

Mayday melee runs off the lip then dips

Down way, way low below the surface

Fuck what you heard I can see you getting nervous

40 love serve us, Ryu is up to volley

Mop that bitch full of shit without the folly

Muhammad Ali butterfly rhymes that stick and move

I shall exceed indeed to proceed I presume

All aboard yo as we reach the end merge

Switching gears don’t fuck with mine Depeche Mode

I got that soul glow, double O flow beyond point

I remember school dazed off the Spike Lee Joint

I’m twisted, ain’t no use for no resistance

Ease back, give me my room I need some clearance

Appearance, interference between the foes

The schizophrenic bandit, Marco Polo