Drowning in the garbage of the toys, spotted their foolish plan
Found the Death Star's weak point rocking a cool hand
Like Grandmaster Flash with the scratch, you get torn apart
And your parts thrown everywhere like glass in broken shards
Got more tracks than a large locomotive yard
Styling in the streets, yo I catwalk the Polo-vard
You're embarrassed red-faced like Darth Maul
Double-edged lightsaber, let's brawl
When trains slow to a crawl I put up graff so tall
You just ask for some ass on a bathroom stall
You tried to be fly on a wingless plane
Lifespan cut through like an origami crane
Tried to duel god, the fuselage sustained
Spontaneous combustion, my crew is untamed
When you run into the pictures we paint you fall
We scrawl the writing on the wall folks that's all
Kinda like the roadrunner no other can freeze the frame
Or speed it up and heat it up and make you feel the flames
My music burns you freaking lames
Like sun rays and acid rain
Rhymes blow up like timed grenades
You need a new jukebox after every time it's played
You kick rocks I sweep kick trains
I know u wanna kick a verse, but please refrain
Brought you 1967 on some 2014 shit
Flowed so seamless, shout out to the seamstress
Who got that logo, yo yo peep this
Hanging on my T like a Polo Jesus
Whether I roll deep or solo creep this
Reach a peak steep like tea, stake Preakness
Sword dancer standing battleground like Damascus
Leave you in the dust, you get crushed into ashes
Whats up? Act tough, you an actress
Those Oscar-winning ad-libs belong beneath a trash lid
Seinfeld emcees ain't about shit
They lyin', tell an empty mane 'stay back, kid'
Tiger vs. Crane, it's a shame I'm Japan sick
Peter Jackson the way I direct action
I uppercut, you motherfucking do a back-flip
And fly into the pit on some Mortal Kombat shit
Stepped into in the place with the Polo matching
Plus the bucket hat you cant fuck with that fashion
Party crashin', lets get it kraken
Chug a whole mug full of rum like a captain
Might rock low key on some laid back shit
Killers stay quiet in my state, not inactive
Violent on the set, turn heads, spines cracking
Multiple takes I make it shake like fracking
You might get cut from the way that you acting
Loud and unruly, I'm a silent assassin
Any means necessary, force is reflected
Fighting like Malcolm mixed with Megaman X, it's
The perfect weapon nobody wants to mess with
They attempt to press reset on their SNESes
I don't play Atari yo
Fireballs like Mario
Light up with a starry glow
And side-scroll your barrio
If clothing is the topic yo
Don't ask me about my articles
Yo, you already know
Just go 'Marco'
Racking through the gramophone
To rock over the Walker Bros.
Sun ain't gonna shine no more so
Catch up with this godly soul
So slow you hardly grow
Man you got a sorry flow
And you got so far to go
67 bars of gold
Ahead of foes, head to toe, drenched in Lo, hold
Up, pumped like a Super Soaker on swole
Battled lots of Lancelots in Camelot, forged quick
Paths forward storming with Le Samurai sword grip
And an appetite for satellite-type orbit