"Hero" lyrics
Masta Ace & Marco Polo Lyrics
(feat. Inspectah Deck)
Look, up in the sky, could it be?
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's ace, ace, ace, ace...
International man of mystery in black pajamas
Trust me, a man is history and that's the promise
No escaping this, beat his nuts, I'm baking this
Like catchatory, statutory, I'm raping this
Wearing masks and caping this, but keep the tights
You can't compare, so be prepared for some sleepless nights
My thick skin can withstand all these creatures' bites
They won't allow this black man to reach his heights
But I leap over low blows in a single bound
And take orchestras down in a single sound
Deceival frown, be the same as my happy face
Marco Polo, got the dope like Pappy Mace
May God's grace rain down on the people's heads
We starring in this horror movie like Evil Dead
Take a look at our own youth as it fades away
Soon as I find me a phone booth, I'ma save the day
New York City, the Big Apple
Yep, here it's action, action, action
Ain't trouble now
Where you can get to be your favorite hero
Polo was shaking
He come in teams, they have fabulous powers
Ace was hood
Their names are magic, they're the classic bunch of ice, power, switch
We're about to take a behind-the-scene look
At the incredible world of
INS. Your Highness
Uh, boy, y'all want smoke, huh?
I'm hot on all corners like the stove top
Call me the one, I'm Keanu when they throw shots
Rebel and ace, certain death, pick your own box
My name heavyweight on the scale
You ain't even got a place on the scale
You just fakin' for real
See me frontline, blazin' a trail
Fuck the records, I get paid in the mail
I'm just makin' a sale
You a customer, I'm a hustler
Throw the blade to your cheek, clean touch you up
It's like bad luck, how we fuck shit up
And like the L in your face, like it wasn't us
I don't talk, I just nod to Brim
I get even when it's odds with him
Better warn your kin
Try hard, but the margin's slim
How I heat it up, foggin' up your goggle lens
Hello, Inspector
Oh, yes, Inspector
So?
So I want to have duplicates made of the recording
And play it over the Daily Planet radio station
And on other stations all over the country
Then I want to offer a big prize, say $10,000
$10,000?
Well, I know that's a lot of money, Chief
But we need a big prize to get everyone listening
Just might work, so go ahead, hop to it
Ah, you're talking, Chief
I'll get working on it at once
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's ace, ace, ace, ace...
International man of mystery in black pajamas
Trust me, a man is history and that's the promise
No escaping this, beat his nuts, I'm baking this
Like catchatory, statutory, I'm raping this
Wearing masks and caping this, but keep the tights
You can't compare, so be prepared for some sleepless nights
My thick skin can withstand all these creatures' bites
They won't allow this black man to reach his heights
But I leap over low blows in a single bound
And take orchestras down in a single sound
Deceival frown, be the same as my happy face
Marco Polo, got the dope like Pappy Mace
May God's grace rain down on the people's heads
We starring in this horror movie like Evil Dead
Take a look at our own youth as it fades away
Soon as I find me a phone booth, I'ma save the day
New York City, the Big Apple
Yep, here it's action, action, action
Ain't trouble now
Where you can get to be your favorite hero
Polo was shaking
He come in teams, they have fabulous powers
Ace was hood
Their names are magic, they're the classic bunch of ice, power, switch
We're about to take a behind-the-scene look
At the incredible world of
INS. Your Highness
Uh, boy, y'all want smoke, huh?
I'm hot on all corners like the stove top
Call me the one, I'm Keanu when they throw shots
Rebel and ace, certain death, pick your own box
My name heavyweight on the scale
You ain't even got a place on the scale
You just fakin' for real
See me frontline, blazin' a trail
Fuck the records, I get paid in the mail
I'm just makin' a sale
You a customer, I'm a hustler
Throw the blade to your cheek, clean touch you up
It's like bad luck, how we fuck shit up
And like the L in your face, like it wasn't us
I don't talk, I just nod to Brim
I get even when it's odds with him
Better warn your kin
Try hard, but the margin's slim
How I heat it up, foggin' up your goggle lens
Hello, Inspector
Oh, yes, Inspector
So?
So I want to have duplicates made of the recording
And play it over the Daily Planet radio station
And on other stations all over the country
Then I want to offer a big prize, say $10,000
$10,000?
Well, I know that's a lot of money, Chief
But we need a big prize to get everyone listening
Just might work, so go ahead, hop to it
Ah, you're talking, Chief
I'll get working on it at once
