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]