Marco Polo - Swordfish (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] This is the remix—let's go! [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P in your chest I sh** on rookies and pee on the best Do it to Def like Mos did, when he had no kids And I refuse to lose my hunger, I'll eat 'til I get so big It'll look like I got no ribs I'm not scared of these thugs that bust blank shots like they don't jizz Fo' shizz, half of you [snot-racks?] don't know what dope is Here's the prime example, exhibit A I collide a candle just by rhymin' at you, so I spit away Spit split wigs—not a barber but I give a fade like scissor blades Lyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin' face I'm in the place like I just got reprimanded So strong—when I give pounds, dudes get mad ‘cause I'm heavy-handed This is high-powered, full voltage, tilt the meter From a swordfish that'll poke a hole in your speaker Me and Roc Marc' stop y'all with hot darts That sizzle through your vest, making a mess of a cop's heart On top charts with all them platinum plaques The phantom is back, shaking cats with the cantankerous scrap You swimming with sharks that smell the blood on your clothes And remember when in my zone, hell is hot and heaven's closed This is Pumpkinhead repping The Plague—that's my unit Brooklyn Ac's my group and, [?] always, the movement [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) Can you catch it? Got it, caught it. Can you spit it hot, retarded? Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the office You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yo, look up, n***a. I spit that [dark?] sh** [?], under the armpit Roll dope, bump, blao! Let off a cartridge You don't want no conflict, my squad is heartless (yeah!) Mean swagger, fight game like Marvin Hagler Save all that abracadabra Half-a** rap blabber, hack off a rat's bladder For that matter, jeah! I rip it and run it across states Gripping the gun in my North Face Slip you the tongue and it's all cake Skip court dates. Y'all like to portray It's more clear than broad day Came a long way from slinging in hallways Two for five, not treys. Utilized the mind, got paid [Grind?], rock the fine grain when my time came Write rhymes with wide range—it's a mind game Roll the footage—this is as good as it gets All the n***as in your hood'll get hit (blao!) With all them bullets up in the clip I can make positive music, but that ain't how I do it Politics won't destruct the movement. Swallow dick fluid All that good sh**—hollow tips included Getting suited with two model b**hes that's Cuban Harpooning ‘em like Cupid, stupid [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) Can you catch it? Got it, caught it. Can you spit it hot, retarded? Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the office You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish [Outro] [Roc Marciano] This is Roc Marc', PH Pumpkinhead, what up, my n***a? Marco Polo on the track It's like that [Pumpkinhead] Yeah. Yo, we not sonning people no more, man We making y'all our Padawans, ya heard? You my young Padawan Yeah, Marco Polo remix Swordfish!