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Marco Polo

Marco Polo ( (listen), Venetian: [ˈmaɾko ˈpolo], Italian: [ˈmarko ˈpɔːlo]; 1254 – January 8–9, 1324) was an Italian merchant, explorer, and writer, born in the Republic of Venice. His travels are recorded in Livres des merveilles du monde (Book of the Marvels of the World, also known as The Travels of Marco Polo, c. 1300), a book that described to Europeans the wealth and great size of China, its capital Peking, and other Asian cities and countries. He learned the mercantile trade from his father and his uncle, Niccolò and Maffeo, who travelled through Asia and met Kublai Khan. In 1269, they returned to Venice to meet Marco for the first time. The three of them embarked on an epic journey to Asia, returning after 24 years to find Venice at war with Genoa; Mar… more »

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Polo talk the talk and walk the walk but you already knew
Never told what I saw to them boys in blue
Asking for some sort of of sawed off
But my face can't be switch like Nicolas Cage's in Face Off
Man I grew me two balls, my homies move in two cars
I kill you in like two bars, man you too soft
This bitch hot, she say she come from Tucson where it's dry
But the pussy humid like Houston, she say she like my music
Man I thought you knew of Polo the uno and only
But you claim that you don't know me
But you would pay top dollar if you could clone me
You'd even give away your son, your one and only
These rappers don't want it from me
I got em running from me
Doesn't matter where you from, you still gon get it from me
Fifteen years went by, we still got the same hunger
And we set the tone from early fall till the end of summer
We set the tone, burn L's like Capone
Man I don't talk unless behind cigar's smoke
Italy's kingpin plus I keep it pimping
Karma is a bitch, it comes back like a frisbee
We set the tone, burn L's like Capone
Man I don't talk unless behind cigar's smoke
Italy's kingpin plus I keep it pimping
Karma is a bitch, it comes back like a frisbee
I don't know if you know this, I don't know if you had noticed
But karma come knock at the door with no notice
Man I ain't no novice I been here before
Walked on it so much I got one shoe with no sole on it
Man I take it seriously, every song got my soul in it
That's why every picture I'm painting is so vivid
So good, exquisite, your chick loves it explicit
She grabs me by the balls, she must be superstitious
Man she super thick shit with some super head on her shoulders
Polo makes the temperature go colder
Specially yours with a nine right in between your shoulders
Man you wish it was a nightmare about to be over
But this shit barely started
And I should be pull up in a short bus cause my man, this shit retarded
Est Sick sent a beat and I'm ready to slaughter
Any sick instrumental like I'm Dwayne Carter
We set the tone, burn L's like Capone
Man I don't talk unless behind cigar's smoke
Italy's kingpin plus I keep it pimping
Karma is a bitch, it comes back like a frisbee
We set the tone, burn L's like Capone
Man I don't talk unless behind cigar's smoke
Italy's kingpin plus I keep it pimping
Karma is a bitch, it comes back like a frisbee

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