Lyrics:
screaming, nobody seen him by the store
Beanie and Jamal, freaking on the lawn
Told me, if they get you, call Ruck with the rental
My mental went rushing,
keep living this life without you by my fucking side
If I live any longer I guess I'll be stronger
Yet being a martyr of thy
For starters let's start
bedroom
Stranger things be going down
Find my will by season 2
Gas in my pocket about to row to the islands
World cold I just wanna get high man
Wanna get
I woke up on this lonely shore
My muscles ached my head was sore
I've got no answer to explain
All of this misery that's plagued me
Can someone save
tell you, you fake I'm just honest
All this drip got them hoes on my body
They on my body I know
95 drive, windows down and I'm high
Got my girl by my
a hacky-sacky
Man I write bars fam
It's too easy
Pass the mic to my boy Sleazy
First class flight, day and night
Side by side with Chesworth (Parker)
Raki
testify
I gotta give it up to the people by my side
We struggled for so long I'm just happy we survived
So this one's for Dogtown I'll rep it til I die
If
(bracelet), don't get blinded by the ice, oh
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper, logo look familiar? It's Power (where is he?)
me daily and calling you weak
When I'm on the mic the party's in effect and when I'm on your girl that's disrespect
And when she's on my you ain't come
No more lonely days, no more lonely nights
Never dark you are my light
With you by my side the future looks bright
We've stayed awake for countless
style
dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince about to break out
yo fella lets go to the island
go to the island
himminahumani
himinahumini
my dj go by
In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just
rapper's body found, washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up jumped out with
comin'
You hate this island
You wait in silence
I hate this, honest
We ain't that common
Wish to later climb in
What a way to come in
We ain't too common
rising
And i heighten my existence
Swerving all the right collisions
Speak on mic like we are mic magicians
Please don't mind my rhythms
You just hate you
back then now I got food
Like a baby all these bitches they drool
Oooooo
We is not cool nigga you not my homie
BandSet World only me by my lonely
I don’t
to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the meth tical
Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch
Allegedly alleged as a legend in my own right
Respected when I hold mics message and the flow tight
I'll take'm through the neighborhoods and tell em what our
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
Shining his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
A few short words, and what do ya know?
Oh,
rapper's body found, washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up jumped out with
Intro:
This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy.
Pallbearer who bares the mic like hearses
Verses be like voodoo, a conduit to my magic
Multitude of interludes, see'em like Agamotto
Modeled after mottos, my
probably just hit up my hideaway crib,
In the mountains, or maybe the one on the island,
But girl I ain't running and hiding,
I'm running from toxic,
I wish
the next year ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase by the night's end imma hit the lights and get Some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely at the peak I might
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