Martin - Emergency Man lyrics

[Verse 1: KB iMean] Uh oh, it's an emergency, sound the alarm My pa**port is stamped, one change, exchange currency Or try to meet me half way just like Fergie's [?] You better go on, my sh**storm is hard to beat In all honesty philosophy thoughts It gets deeper quicker than the economy drops Follow the leader, the speaker's gon' probably pop This is more than a verse, it's electrical shock M-P on the beat, no military police Know a Newport, New York minute, New York streets Find a new sport, we all gritty, you all weak Pop a few corks all that trash rest in peace Please, you are not on my level dude n***as duck down every time they hear the metal shoot This is your final call, y'all should have read a few When the road get rough it's hard for me to pedal through And I'm ahead of you by a landslide Not being able to provide hurts a man's pride I'm a warrior, stared [?] in a man's eyes Feeling euphoria every time that I blast nines These days are nothing like the past times When hip hop had a pulse not a flat line I was at Ridgemont getting high as the fast times Thought I was floating until my boat capsized What good is first place without a grand prize It's like a first-cla** n***a flying on standby Yeah, just wait for your name to be called These dudes softer than a [?] song When I was young I couldn't wait to be on, now I'm here though One real n***a amongst all of these weirdos Rap with a vigor, the picture clear as my earlobes Gotta a hold it down ‘cause failure is what I fear most [Samples] [Verse 2: Styliztik Jones] It's an emergency, call an ambulance Fans busting in your door with a battering ram Mom in the kitchen and she's cooking up candied yams We in the boondocks and shooting like a cameraman Keep a [?] and they're cooler than an avalanche I'm not an amateur, if avatar had a chance Got a blue b**h plus tools like a handyman Fitted hat hang on my head like [?] again Posted at the airport looking through my travel plans Run for your life, get fit for danger Can't count all the times I was whipped with hangers Authorized by my father doing fits of anger I still stay blessed like Jesus in the manger I'm anti pop culture, the block kosher The closer you get to the son, I roast you You on a highway to heaven, for bread I toast you I enter and vent, this life is an adventure The mis-education, music was my mentor So during disasters or martial law I be running through these bars, [?] So cautious I looked like a crossing guard But I'm finally at the crossroads, cross my heart It's a crisis so get the paramedics When they come you'll be dead in the streets already Number one is a joke, it's the same old song Yellow tape, make shirts with your faces on it You'll be tested here, hope your faith is strong It's my testament, hope you're safe at home When the gas mask off and their face is shown No emergency brakes, I hit the sixth gear High terrorist alert so bring the [?] [Samples] [Outro] “Okay, so if you saw the movie ‘Strange Brew' you know all about where this music comes from. So that's in the cut. Play some music.” “Good day.” “Maestro.”