Marco Polo - 6 Trill Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Night falls in the aegis of real
I perfected, mic wrecking the radio fills
Upon examination it was later revealed
I was dedicated to kill like an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D
Competition is next to nil
Those left chose death or respect my skill
This is all the way live, not a test, a drill
Funky fresh in the flesh, it’s real
Twisted steel and sex appeal
I got the wheel
Armed and dangerous and dressed to kill
Now can a man make it pop when a trunk beat drop
I reply, “Oh yes I will”—I’m just that ill
Unh, six trillion dollar man
You can’t sit still, you just gotta dance
And after that you’ll be calling me the master
Better, bigger, stronger, and much faster
Six trill, call me the six trill
And when I rocking the house it’s a big deal
Yeah, you know you gotta dance
Yeah, I got a lot of fans
It’s the six-trillion-dollar man

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[Verse 2]
The six-trillion-dollar man’s back on the scene
It’s super supreme lean mean killing machine
I pack a laser blaster that’ll get rid of your team
Too much action to fit on your screen
Devastator, word creator of rhymes when I kick ‘em
A terminator, filled by Cyberdine systems
Powerful perpetrators die when I hit ‘em
With every aim I’m claiming five to nine victims
And I’m sure I could take out nine more
Before they figure out exactly what they died for
This is no ordinary plan, this is my war
I am no ordinary man, I’m a cyborg
And I’mma ride for the science team set
Any, all challenges will be met
All violent violators will meet death
In the not-so-distant future where steel meets flesh
I am the six trill, call me the six trill
And when I cruise around the way I push a Big Wheel
Yeah, I got a lot a fans, sucka rappers you ain’t gotta chance
I guess the six-trillion-dollar man

[Verse 3]
Half-man, half-machine, my raps deploy
Dominate, decimate, and, at last, destroy
Without compassion I’m blastin’, assassin joy
Rappers get dealt with and melted like plastic toys
I’m so rugged, a certified threat to the public
Personalized death and destruction
MCs get fried and electrified trying to touch it
Without a six-trillion-dollar budget
Bussa does it, seems probable but highly illogical
Both sight and sound, my audio and optical
Strength beyond belief, I achieve the impossible
I’m more bionic than Bionicle
And these are my chronicles, too clean up the wicked and filth
And serve justice on those that are guilty
Twenty-four scientists were forced to rebuild me
To take revenge on an industry that thought it had killed me