STATIK SELEKTAH - On The Marquee lyrics

rate me

And once again

Phontigga

Rapper Pooh

Joe Scudda

Chaundon

Statik Selektah on the beat

Let's go

Let's get a few things clear, listen up my dear

I'm tryin to move units through the hemisphere

Know I appear, as a regular cat

Who's in his beginnings and just startin to rap

You can check my track, record is long

This ain't my first time, composin a song

I toured the world, had a couple of deals

You can look at my weight, I ain't miss no meals

I displace skill

So you can stop with your questions, it's time to chill

That's one of my titles, known by your idols

Since my arrival, a musical revival

I hate I had to set you straight

This interview's over, you can stop the tape

I guess it's fashionable to be late

There's plenty fans out there though, who can't wait

See my name in lights, there you are

Your boy's a star, I'm on the marquee

I paid my dues, put in my work

Can't tell me nothin, I know what I'm worth

Don't miss the call, baby doll

Cause most of all, I'm on the marquee

Read my interviews, posted blogs (aw baby)

Traveled the world, they know who we are

Yeah

I got my tux on

In the city where the people keep Chucks on (Cali)

And they told me, that they don't see

My name on the list, so I'm stuck home

In a brand new suit (look), my girl look cute (woo)

I done spent my dough, rentin a brand new coupe

Just tryin to splurge, park my shit on the curb

I thought I was A-list, I feel like a nerd (damn)

Guess that's what I get for tryin to do what the stars do

So I'm a do me, go and hit up a bar or two (woo)

Fuck drinkin champagne

Give me Jack D. on the rocks, DJ spinnin, doin his damn thang (come on)

Playin some dope shit, nobody has heard about

No flyers for the party, strictly on word of mouth (yeah)

And wouldn't ya know, that the place that I ain't wanna go

The same place they got love for Joe (okay)

So come and party with me (woo)

Uh, hey

I've been from New York to Oakland and back

To Carolina, where we used to be the openin act

Now them hoes that was jokin way back

Be at our shows, sittin ringside, where Mean Gene Okerlund at

With a smile on, face to flirt

Name tag and her khakis on, cause she came straight from work

Just to scream in the front row and tell me that she love it

Won't call me Phontigga, she call me by my government

Name, it's a shame when people are seen strugglin

Just you don't, nigga waste your money out in the public

Please, I don't do this shit for the perks

I do this rap shit for the work

And even when them ASCAP checks is berserk

I'm in the bank, tellin my money 'keep quiet, ' like it's talkin in church

Don't need to make a killin, just need to make a livin

Got fans, got plans, plus my name is on the building

How you feelin nigga?

They know who we are...