George Bush Da Button, Marco Polo Feat. Canibus Options

[XPreNN]

A track I found on MySpace:

http://www.myspace.com/marcopolo


Here's the track: George Bush Da Button


EDIT: Marco Polo just let me know he'll be upping another track with Canibus in a few days! Keep on the look-out!

This post has been edited by XPreNN: Jan 25 2008, 09:32 AM

[XPreNN]

I've got more rhymes than I do time
My lines look like star maps designed by the Dogon tribe

SICK

[phr0z3n]

Fuck.. This is a different sounding bis.. or is it?

[XPreNN]

He definitely doesn't use this sound very often.

[phr0z3n]

familiar to the style he used in that song where he starts by saying "I walk in the room, with the dr doom costume" Whats it called again?

[phr0z3n]

I like it..

[cre8]

gun ho city

[Dr. Case Study]

cool track

[Ferdowsi]

The intro and outro were CRAZY, I love that whole sample:

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. (shouting) You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!...You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!'

Ha. Ha. Am I a MAD MAN OR A MAD MAN OR A MAD MAN??

This is what seriously needs to happen, anyway, lovin' the new flurry of bis tracks, hope theres more.

PEACE,

Ferdowsi

[XPreNN]

The intro and outro were CRAZY, I love that whole sample:

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. (shouting) You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!...You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!'

Ha. Ha. Am I a MAD MAN OR A MAD MAN OR A MAD MAN??

This is what seriously needs to happen, anyway, lovin' the new flurry of bis tracks, hope theres more.

PEACE,

Ferdowsi

COLLAPSE IMMINENT! BOOM! YOU CAN HEAR IT!

[Knowledge God]

hafiz what's that sample from, I've seen it. Is it some vid you sent me. Some fella sittin behind a news desk ha.

"My life has value"

[Knowledge God]

i was hopin this would have been Marco Polo the Producer

[Ferdowsi]

A film called Network, 1979.

It's an amazing sample.

Peace,

Ferdowsi

[XPreNN]

Marco Polo just let me know he'll be upping another track with Canibus in a few days! Keep on the look-out!

[XPreNN]

A film called Network, 1979.

It's an amazing sample.

Peace,

Ferdowsi

I'm gonna download that film for sure!

[Knowledge God]

any1 typin these lyrics,

"These rap niggas kissin with the lizards" ha

[XPreNN]

I'd help you with the lyrics, but I can't listen now. I'm in school waiting for the bus to take me to the train to take me home!

[Knowledge God]

Marco Polo just let me know he'll be upping another track with Canibus in a few days! Keep on the look-out!

nice shit, he sent me the song on myspace too. he mentioned there may be more to come and this was straight from the studio.

yo i got a new track on my page featuring CANIBUS its called george bush da button..its straIt 2008 SHIT.. fresh out da studio..look out fo mo new marco polo n canibus coming soon.
IF U LIKE DA SONG ADD ME AS A FRIEND.N ILL KEEP U POSTED
ON ANY NEW MARCO N CANIBUS SONGS COMIN UP.
DROP US A COMMENT N LET US KNOW WAT U THINK.PEACE

Bis is a beast on this.

Some1 type the lyrisc

Hafiz, another 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' reference

" Give Marco Polo the Guidance, The saying goes, 'No Man is An Island' "

Meditation XVII - John Donne
from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions
Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.
Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.
Perchance he for whom this bell tolls1 may be so ill as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me and see my state may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that2. The church is catholic, universal, so are all her3 actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that head which is my head too4, and ingrafted into the body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author5 and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language6; and every chapter must be so translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice7; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves8 again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another9. As therefore the bell that rings a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention10 as far as a suit (in which piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled) which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early11, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit12 again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world? No man is an island13, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory14 were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee15. Neither can we call this a begging of misery or a borrowing of misery16, as though we are not miserable enough of ourselves but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbors17. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did; for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion18, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current moneys, his treasure will not defray19 him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels as gold in a mine and be of no use to him; but this bell that tells me of his affliction digs out and applies that gold to me, if by this consideration of another's dangers I take mine own into contemplation and so secure myself by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security20.


A little breakdown of the sayin
http://isu.indstate.edu/ilnprof/ENG451/ISLAND/island.html

No Man Is An Island:
Basically, Bis sayin he's can't stay on his own within Hip Hop, he's gotta help and work with others artists.

This post has been edited by Knowledge God: Jan 25 2008, 09:50 AM

[Ezekiel Yeshua A...]

SICK

[S51]

Brilliant track right here.

Reminds me of the way he spat his WISH YOU WOULD verse insofar as its monotone, rarely straying from its beginning voice-level wise but he manages to deliver a verse where the words themselves do all the work. Theres no need for a growl a raised voice or anything like that whren the verse is enough to murder a mill on its own.

Plus rep X.