Marked For Death Soundtrack Lyrics

Marked For Death Soundtrack

I'm shovin' off like an ocean liner  

 No one can rock the microphone finer  

 East, west, north, South Carolina  

 Alex and Vivian chillin' at Mel's Diner  

 Off to China 'cause I got a show there  

 Get my passport, then I'm gonna go there  

 Who do I know there? I guess no one  

 But I will have fun and I get the job done  

 On the airplane, movin' like the Concord  

 Come and join me, everybody on board  

 You won't be bored with the stuff I'm pickin' up  

 Watch me quicken up and with the pace, I pick it up  

 Pick up the pace  

  

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 Second verse and never cursin'  

 Rockin' the microphone with the style that I'm reherasin'  

 In person, that means liver  

 Swimmin' and slimmin' just like a deep sea diver  

 I'll arrive, uh, just to go faster  

 Grab the microphone and show that I am the master  

 Of disaster, cookin' up a potion  

 With the funky rhymes to put the people into motion  

 Of the ocean, movin' like the water  

 Here's the menu, go place your order  

 It's a slaughter, a felony of chatter  

 And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter  

  

 [Chorus]  

  

 Break it down  

  

 Oh yes, I pick up the pace  

 Take a look at the crowd and take a look at my face  

 Listen to my rhyme and listen to them yell  

 It's like a man in jail gettin' out of the cell  

 I don't why they go by  

 Weak names and swear that they're so fly  

 They gotta try it again to rock the mic my friend  

 Go from A to Z and from beginning to end  

 Now I could go slower, like the other guys do  

 But I ain't with it, that's what I'm tellin' you  

 I think it's kind of stupid, I think it's a disgrace  

 Instead of going slow they should be pickin' up the pace  

 Like this  

 Rock and roller  

 Coca Cola  

 Hot like soda  

 Rollin' like a boulder  

 Dancin', prancin', mic enhancin'  

 Just give me a chance, and girls, I'm romancin'  

 Understand it, underhanded  

 Leavin' you stranded, runnin' like a bandit  

 Yo, young money, in my hands you're putty  

 I'm pickin' up the pace and rockin' the mic  

 Yeah, buddy  

  

 [Chorus]  

  

 Pick up the pace