Lyrics:
flies away
Big island gone it's a long way home it's a long way
Taking it slow it's a long way home it's a long way
This aint goodbye this is
Sailing
baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd
I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke from
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
don't give a {fuck} waitin' for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it goes?
[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
Don't u say I didn't tell u
Don't u say I didnt warn you
I'm gonna there
And when I get there
Tryna get there
I'm gonna get there
Journey long we
Ayo, i'm back after nine years, that's 36 seasons
Shit is changed up for all types of reasons
Staten island ain't the same, shit is lame
No
I don't care, Sermon, ayo, Talib Kweli
Come on, Whip, Def Squad, uh, yeah
Brooklyn, Long Island, uh-huh, Red Hook, what?
Hah, Chilltown, let's go,
Manifesting the moves
Steady blessing the crew
We worry ya with the rhyming
Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island
On them roof tops, lit
I go.
Take me to another place
Through the outer wilds of inner space
Reaching beyond horizons
Sailing star oceans
Shipwrecked on bridge island
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
the world is yours (it's yours)
The world is yours
Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (it's yours)
Long Island, yo, the world is yours (it's
the world is yours (it's yours)
The world is yours
Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (it's yours)
Long Island, yo, the world is yours (it's
here just don't be missing
These here flames that I be spitting
BEHOLD
My sound And lyrics
An eruption know you feel it
Steady out marking the time
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
the sun block them out
I repent to the lord, count me out
Read my achievements sound like read aloud
Just hopped off a jet to an island
Copy my style they
of the box, cuz inside's death
Row records, best kept secrets
For eons in memory of on my chest
Hunt down, fuck around, find out
Yell out, no other sound
We
an island
I once caught crabs from a girl in Perth
She'd been around the block but was salt of the earth
I'm only asking to be safe and sound
Fed up of my
blocks
Decisions further your life closer to the box
Like it's fast forward on the clocks
Your time awaits I'm saying think wisely
We all got to go so stay
of the nights
Did not paint the blue sky of your dreamer flights
I was sailing above the ocean sound
His salty notes were sprinkling my wounds
The trip was long
projections see projectiles sailing
Past the speed of sound
Our leaders guard against their own exposure
To the fallout in their sealed-enclosure domes
Their
(yeah, Twin I see you, my nigga)
With my little dirty niggas!
That nigga P is thug enough to
Rep' QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggas thug their way
sobborghi
Amo il sound del Queensbridge
Di Bronx, di Brooklyn, Staten Island
Long Island, New Jersey, queens
Amo il sound di Long Beach, South Central
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