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and dashed on the rocks
The ship of the line comes on in

I'm just an island in a stream
I'm all at sea, come rescue me
I'm just an island in a stream
Oh, Ellis Island was swarming
Like a scene from a costume hall
Decked out in the colors in Europe
And on fire with the hope of it all

There stood my
Oh Ellis Island was swarming 
Like a scene from a costume hall 
Decked out in the colors in Europe 
And on fire with the hope of it all 

There
Oh Ellis Island was swarming 
Like a scene from a costume hall 
Decked out in the colors in Europe 
And on fire with the hope of it all 

There
Leadbelly's in the background
Being drowned out by the grind
He's singing about "Rock Island Line"
Nobody seems to pay him any mind

Bestsellers
Minor changes and grammar I land on an island coast
Where the only souls I see are ghosts
I run through a wooded isle
And I chase the sunlight
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
She's my favorite selection 
A proud lady of this new style and fashion 
So I can't just understand, why you're skankin' by yourself 
So it seems
(Mad Child)
Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island
Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons
Chamber music, car parked in dungeons
Stun gun, never
between the races.
He hold the rock, call for sweat shops.
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops.
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter.
Gave
heard Planet Rock
Word is over, the God
Staten Island, for real, for real

I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit
Them niggas never
Barren rocks and sand, Bear & Fox held hands,
Held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun
Both faint and fading fast, they walked on,
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From 
New York 
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
premier 
From New York straight talk, America's best 
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest 

[Erick Sermon] 
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
the lines, don't recline your mind
Sometimes I don't know how to make it understood
that a lot of black movies have been tampered by Hollywood
So it's
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star 
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. 
Wears a cowboy hat,
rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; 'cause here we go!
that rock on your finger's like a tumor
You can't fit your hand in your new purse
It's humorous to me; they watchin' and we just yachtin'
Island
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
remember me, 

I slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks 
'Til I got caught up by earthling cops. 
They wanted me for their army or whatever. 
Picture me,
No one
Nowhere
Comes close
Suckers
Step off
From Brooklyn ?
Suckers

Diss!

How dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock?
I make