Marquee

[Verse 1] Ayo, people get excited when O.C.’s on the marquee Star child, Portuguese, of a dark breed Against the powers that be is what the odds be Yet it’s an M-Polo track co-starring me Back up in your eardrum, it’s REDRUM With no pen and paper, just a mic and some headphones Listen to the sound of the chimes go When you hear this in the club you know it’s time for ‘Cause what I do When the dance floor’s packed with them hip hop heads that really want it yo Need not to worry no more, Omar Has officially returned, thanks for the concerns And now the phoenix has risen from the ashes We’re puff, puff, passin’ weed inside them backwoods I’m just that good I’ve been better to the letter, the game I done mastered [Hook] Yes Everybody needs to freeze Hold you hands up high Get lost in the moment, trapped in the moment This is feel-good music [Verse 2] If still waters run deep still Me and P here to fill up the well Provided that you drink from it We make sure them impurities are flushed out This is what hip hop’s about Flowing the beat, get ‘em addicted like painkillers We pinpoint and assess just like trained killers Chow Yun Fat, no This is O.C., transmitting through the mic apparatus (oh!) This is not form I get for combo Good morning, just laughing and running my mouth off Conventional stance or even Southpaw With my ambidextrous flow I knock out bars Mega-hard kick drum, kick son dead in the balls With the kick drum, there ain’t any pause There’s perfection in a flaw If I’m writing a beat or, stand and applause [Hook] [Verse 3] This that joint in the spot to make ‘em whisper The flow and the voice, I know ya Ole Miss cuz This ain’t that time for me to make the Best Of So now I’m back to the rescue Move crowds in multitudes I see y’all still sleepin’ on over what his flow can do Hold with the beat and the bass line, the pro in the tunes When Polo took a stir and this is one hell of a stew The blind taste what their buds embrace So what their fingertips touch like braille or any face Well, we givin’ y’all something you can feel Without using your optic nerves, your ears can tell ‘Cause the bass on swole, the flows on cruise And you’re all welcome to pass on through Here’s an invitation we extend to all Proving hip hop’s alive when they saying it’s lost [Hook]