Originally a member of Busta Rhymes' crew, Flipmode Squad becoming the sixth member after the departure of Lord Have Mercy, (aside from other flipmode acts Serious and Show Money) Roc Marciano left in 2001 to form the U.N., a hardcore underground hip hop group consisting of three other MCs (Dino Brave, Laku & Mic Raw) with whom he released an album on Carson Daly's 456 Entertainment in 2004. Notably, Roc Marciano appeared in the 2005 Wu-Tang Clan compilation album, Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture, and in Pete Rock's 2008 album, NY's Finest, drawing acclaim for such performances. Since 2008, Roc Marciano has been working on his solo career, and to widespread internet acclaim, released his entirely self-produced debut album, Marcberg in 2010.
In 2011, Roc Marciano collaborated with Gangrene, the duo of rapper/producers Oh No and The Alchemist, to release the collaborative EP Greneberg. His second solo album, Reloaded, was released in November 2012, which Allmusic described as "Grim and exultant at once, this is low-profile hustling on wax at its finest."
Even a cursory glance at the history of Strong Island reveals that its produced more than its fair share of innovative verbal technicians over the years. One of the most original MCs to hail from its shores in recent times has been Roc Marciano from The UN crew. Initially put on by fellow L.I. resident Busta Rhymes, it wasn’t until Marcy and his crew lent their vocals to three tracks for Pete Rock’s Petestrumentals project that the world really took notice. Utilizing a stream-of-consciousness technique that sounds effortless but is actually very precise in terms of timing and cadence, Marciano is in a class of his own right now.
76
Roc Marciano Lyrics
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Been getting money before dinosaur
Dimes is on Llamas is long
Write rhymes on island resorts
Dimes who snort, some guys who slide a line inside a Newport
Push a fly two door like Too $hort
I'm just a artist with a tech, hard as a beget
Carve a nigga head
Your physical being turn to cream corn
Slice a quarter for the order,
Supporter, roll dice on the corner
Gats tucked, big cash can touch em at the cusp
Couple of hundred racks on the rug
Young don, son's under the arm
He treat Lamborghinis like bumper cars
Got scars
Chains around the necks like scarves
Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn
I'm the next big thing
Chickenheads cling the bed spring king
Run the ring, my head is on the top of the pyramids
Pictures of me and all of my affiliates
We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage
Let them know what it really is
Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs
I fire semis in too many wigs
I'm feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny big
You literally live as a guinea pig
If the timbs ain't on deck
You know the pennies is
Your fingers still penny pinch
You make me pull a mack milli out the Fendi trench
At any event, hold the twelve gauge that's heavy as shit
For every clip we let steadily rip,
Push your afro back to Seventy Six, motherfucker
Niggas is petty, legendary
All of my enemies are dead and buried
I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle
Burn holes in your belly like Henny
Betty, turn up dead like Freddy
For owing niggas fetti
Get cut with the machete
Lift you up quick with the desy
Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy
Your bitch get fucked, missionary
Visionary, I bust shots out, the tinted end daddy
Ghetto poet
Four up in the rodent look bloated
You shouldnt've gloated, I unloaded
I was molded to stand up
When other niggas folded
The spirit out your body just floated
Word to my son, I'll murder a bum
Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum
Your future look glum
I heard I feel numb, I'm numb when guns
Bang on you like steel drums, spill blood
Plus sweat before I lift the iron up, stretch
Clutch the tec, bust til your wet heads rubberneck
Like, "Damn, what a fucking mess."
Who want come test or unimpressed
Make you undress
To eat food like I'm underfed
Dump with the Feds, like I'm on the dead
With one in the head
Don't let it be left unsaid
The opening lines of Roc Marciano’s song 76 paint a vivid picture of a futuristic dystopian world. He suggests that he has travelled through time and has been getting money even before dinosaurs ever existed, implying that he is an ageless and omnipotent figure. He also makes references to his lavish lifestyle, writing rhymes on island resorts and driving a fly two-door car like Too $hort. In the following lines of the song, Roc Marciano showcases his impressive lyrical abilities by using rhymes to play with different images of physical violence, from carving a person’s head to turning their physical being to cream corn. Roc Marciano concludes the song by boasting about his position at the top of the pyramid, with chickenheads clinging to him like a bed spring king.
Line by Line Meaning
Quadraports, slide off through a time warp
Let's escape into a parallel world
Been getting money before dinosaur
I've always been rich
Dimes is on Llamas is long
Girls are hot and guns are big
Write rhymes on island resorts
I create music while chilling in exotic places
Dimes who snort, some guys who slide a line inside a Newport
Women who do coke and men who sell drugs
Push a fly two door like Too $hort
I drive a nice car like a successful rapper
I'm just a artist with a tech, hard as a beget
I'm a rapper with a gun, tough as a rock
Carve a nigga head
I can kill easily
You a meatball, get squeezed on
You're nothing and I can crush you
Your physical being turn to cream corn
I can easily hurt you badly
Slice a quarter for the order,
I cut drugs for the customers
Supporter, roll dice on the corner
I'm a gambler and I hang out in the hood
Gats tucked, big cash can touch em at the cusp
I have guns hidden and lots of money available
Couple of hundred racks on the rug
I have lots of money
Young don, son's under the arm
I'm the boss, and have people who obey me
He treat Lamborghinis like bumper cars
I don't care about expensive cars
Got scars
I have been through tough situations
Chains around the necks like scarves
We wear expensive jewelry
Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn
You look poor and weak
I'm the next big thing
I'm going to be very successful
Chickenheads cling the bed spring king
Women like to be with me for my money
Run the ring, my head is on the top of the pyramids
I'm the leader of my game, like a pharaoh
Pictures of me and all of my affiliates
We take photos to show off our success
We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage
We smoke cigars and destroy our heritage
Let them know what it really is
I speak the truth
Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs
People are poor and hungry
I fire semis in too many wigs
I shoot a lot of people
I'm feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny big
I feel powerful and invincible
You literally live as a guinea pig
You are experimenting with your life
If the timbs ain't on deck
If I'm not prepared
You know the pennies is
I'm broke
Your fingers still penny pinch
You're poor
You make me pull a mack milli out the Fendi trench
I have to use my gun to scare you
At any event, hold the twelve gauge that's heavy as shit
I'm always armed and ready
For every clip we let steadily rip,
We shoot often
Push your afro back to Seventy Six, motherfucker
I'll hurt you badly
Niggas is petty, legendary
People are small-minded and talk big
All of my enemies are dead and buried
I don't have anyone who opposes me
I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle
I shoot you with my gun
Burn holes in your belly like Henny
I hurt you badly
Betty, turn up dead like Freddy
You die like in a horror movie
For owing niggas fetti
If you owe me money, you'll suffer
Get cut with the machete
I can use a weapon to hurt you
Lift you up quick with the desy
I can kidnap you easily
Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy
I can transport drugs discreetly
Your bitch get fucked, missionary
I have sex with your girlfriend
Visionary, I bust shots out, the tinted end daddy
I have great ideas and good aim
Ghetto poet
I write about my tough life
Four up in the rodent look bloated
I have four people in my car
You shouldnt've gloated, I unloaded
You shouldn't have bragged, I shot you
I was molded to stand up
I was raised to be resilient
When other niggas folded
While others gave up
The spirit out your body just floated
You're dead
Word to my son, I'll murder a bum
I can easily kill
Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum
I can hurt you badly
Your future look glum
You have no bright future
I heard I feel numb, I'm numb when guns
I'm used to violence
Bang on you like steel drums, spill blood
I'll shoot you and make you bleed
Plus sweat before I lift the iron up, stretch
I work hard before working out
Clutch the tec, bust til your wet heads rubberneck
I shoot until you die
Like, "Damn, what a fucking mess."
You make a horrible sight
Who want come test or unimpressed
Who wants to challenge me?
Make you undress
I'll humiliate you
To eat food like I'm underfed
I'm always hungry for success
Dump with the Feds, like I'm on the dead
I can easily sell drugs without being caught
With one in the head
I'm always ready to shoot
Don't let it be left unsaid
Make sure it's clear
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@SomebodyPerfectly
Andrew M Mendoza
Lmao.....fuck off....
You haven't understood Hip Hop and it's allegories the slightest if you think that everyone who took a page out of Ultramagnetics/Keiths fucking 40+ record-Encyclopedia lacks cred or can be considered a clone..... you wouldn't even believe how many of the brightest lights in the industry were copycats before they really got into inventing themselves.
There's a difference between the imitation that causes reall artists to starve and the imitation that "is the sincerest form of flattery".
There's a difference between discovering and inventing.
There's appropriate appropriation and abusive appropriation.
If you need an example, I've looked into your playlists....do you remember how The Alchemist started his career??
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDzNupI4SwA
@MrSiyag
2024. We still here
@fightercomplex7
Rapping over this beat isn’t a walk on the park
@dantemclean8524
Right !! Marci and westgunn put lyrics on anything
@TraverseRaps
It's like in 4/5 isn't it
@laminebaazi4376
@@TraverseRaps its 4 4
@TraverseRaps
@@laminebaazi4376 the drums do go 1,2,3,4 but the sample repeats every 5 bars
@sittinonthegodamcornerdoindope
@@TraverseRaps I’m pretty sure it’s 6, I counted five consecutive 8 counts and then that last one when it winds up to restart the loop.
@pheyo2346
Marciano is one of those guys that gets you off guard on just how witty he is.
@camcolb133
Its depressing how underrated this is
@niccolomachiavelli9633
Its underrated how depressing this is