Marco Polo - The Veteran lyrics

(I I love the colorful clothes she wears) Is that right Colorful clothes? (And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair) Ha Bring the beat in, man Yeah I.U Marco Polo This sh** right here is history... in the making Huh? Check it [ VERSE 1: Grand Daddy I.U. ] I been in the game since Daddy Kane sayin No Half-Steppin' When Large Pro rocked with the Main I was reppin Before the game changed and the bullsh** trappin I was already a legend, veteran, ask your bredren I scored me a cla**ic, my first LP Until you cowards do the same, f** can you tell me? I'm from the era of the boom bap, the real rap Before the West or the Dirty South was even on the map When n***as wore fatigues and they hat to the back Now they dressin like hoes in colorful, tight clothes This game's in the shambles now, anything goes Come on, skateboard gear? The f** outta here When Nas said the sh** was dead I read it loud and clear That's why I ain't turned the radio on in 'bout a year Cause Hot 97 be playin that garbage And Power 105 be playin that garbage Then these bullsh** labels keep signin that garbage f** that, I.U., I'mma give you the hardness I'm a soldier, and soldiers do militant sh** I live and die by the code, and that's as real as it get I ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm a thug with a clip And when I empty it out, n***as' blood gon' drip You gon' give me respect in this b**h, by any means Or get hung by the chain on your tight-a** jeans Your days are numbered, your future ain't as bright as it seems I'm 'bout to end your career right mo'f**in here Before we go further, let's get this clear I Dot, I'm the Mack of the Year co*ks**er (The veteran) --] Guru (Runnin my plan, I'm the better man) --] Guru [ VERSE 2: Grand Daddy I.U. ] I speak my mind cause a closed mouth don't get fed And hustle hard, cause lazy n***as don't get bread I'm from the 'Stead where these young boys bust for nothin Hummer stuntin like they ain't scared of jail or somethin I just laugh cause I'm past that You came to beef, I came to ask where the a** at, the cash at I'm the last of a dying breed, you buyin weed I'm growin a whole farm to grow marijuana on And I don't even smoke but my money kinda long And my team blow pot, so f** it, why not Live from the streets of the 'Stead it's I Dot You want what I got, yeah n***a, I'm hot You say a old school rapper can't get no play But the Rolling Stones can sell a million records today Well sh**, if that's the case I'm the rap Mick Jagger Pretty chick bagger, check the stick swagger I came in the game, I was ahead of my time This era is mine, you listen to a veteran rhyme I score points like Shaq in the post packin a toast Far as dough, Steady Flow stackin the most So be easy, you cowards don't want no discrepancy Especially steppin to me without a weapon, G You must be out your rabbit a** mind MP stop the track, this here's the last line I'm out f**ers