Lyrics:
remember
I took a boat to Virginia, I took a boat to Virginia
Bad bitch shoppin' out in Tysons Corner, how could you forget it?
Sunnyside Café in
starting
I'm home chilling
I gotta cook and do homework with my children
But I'm back at it, rhyme and beat making
This dope like a habit
These cats got
Julie gets to walking out and drags the child, says "Come on"
How we'll walk in the dark of the morning
Cars screaming round the corner, drugged
Mercuriale.
The bells of the Duomo — the Cathedral of Santa Croce — cascade across the center of Forlì and beyond, echoed by bells of outlying churches
in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Show money becomes
in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Show money becomes
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
from The Winding Stair to the center of the arched
bridge I watch the dance of Dublin slow, falter, change rhythm as
the embered waves sink, the flame
the picture
These niggas hit up sittin' down at some center
Get a kite with a flick of a chick, he once hit up
Ridiculous but that's us niggas
On the corner
the shit that I lived in
You wouldn't understand him unless you eye witness
Chillin' on the block where vacant lots are given
Women and children
corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Show money becomes bail,
getting Randy on my competition/ mossing cats/ who dare to run the fade/ concrete slabs for fists/ i hit heavy and quick/ got the essence of Tyson's prime/
the cause, sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the man on high, the Lord and His children
Triple team here of rude boys, come
the cause, sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the man on high, the Lord and His children
Triple team here of rude boys, come
'em it's my village
That I'm building for the children of my children God willing
Digging through the dirt no way of dealing with my feelings
'Til I
youngin's on the corner like it's timeout
Was in the field and we ain't never ask Madden
Everything I ever got it came from trappin'
Nobody ever gave me shit
Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro
Queens Center mall by the Sbarro
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug
important
N***as whipping in a stolo
Outstanding warrants
N***as on the Corner
Selling work to these junkies
They snorting
Robberies up on that blvd
support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the Man on high
The Lord and his children
Triple teen year
support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the Man on high
The Lord and his children
Triple teen year
into the salt
From the spirit we exceed to exalt
From the spirit we exceed to exalt
From the spirit we exceed to exhaust
To the center we proceed
support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the Man on high
The Lord and his children
Triple teen year
support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The music's a gift from the Man on high
The Lord and his children
Triple teen year
At the center of the world
There is a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes
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