Текст песни Live & Direct - Marx

Ferny Mac on the beat and it's Marx on the mic
Guaranteed to give you what you like
So if all y'all are feeling nice
Somebody say izz riiight

Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct

Ayo I feel glorious, permanently victorious
I'm sort of a disgrace, Oscar Pistorius
And I'm kind of a bastard but I'm not inglorious
I wanna be so big they can't help but call me Notorious
I do a lotta tours don't make a lotta dollars
Not bothered, I got fans streaming me in Guatemala
When I play, they salute, trust I get a lotta hollas
Leave the stage sweating like a pig and still pop my collar
Please, honestly, thank you for the kind words
With my verse, I'm guaranteed to help your mind learn
I might serve you fiends with some heat next
With more English language than your standard SAT test
And now I'm here to relieve stress
A grin glued to my grill God, I never been vexed
I eat fish that's food for the brain
True to the game, so addictive, take and shoot in your vein
I refuse to speculate but who is insane?
Your crew is just lame, stupid and plain, and losing in vain
I'm a real dude, trust me I'm real smooth
When I'm at uni at Monty Halls, I steal food
Trespass like Goldie Locks, start munching your porridge
I sell out everywhere I play, Manchester to Norwich
Travelling, trawling, training, intending to spread knowledge
Like I told you before, they call me a college

Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct

I'm the Humberside Headhunter, Gemini God
Enjoy your free download of ten of my songs
I'm an outcast, you bumped Aquemini once
Stay ahead of icons, they surrender by force
And yes my name is Martin but I feel more Malcolm
Hit you with darts, the album before the album
Split you apart, I grind but still allude the outcome
Throw money at it, hope it sees a couple thousand
Views, pays your dues, rave reviews
Stay making tunes while the fake make the news
Some refuse to support like two naked dudes
But still stay amazed at who's blazing twos
I can barely function when we blaze so stoned
But I ain't disposable like fake snowglobes
I wanna own the company that make those clothes
You can't keep up so mate go home
I may gross pose when they take photos
When I play those shows I still make no dough
I'm well travelled, but still stay homegrown
Tell the world my name like K-Solo
Excessive decibels though I shrug off tinnitus
Don't even have Sky mate, I remain limitless
And on the rare occasion someone tries to diminish us
I stick two fingers up 'cause I couldn't give a fuck