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Here we are you and I after all these years and I’m trying to find the right words to say
Someone’s at the door I’m sure walked in on our good times
And it’s years from now and it’s years from then
And I don’t mind no I don’t mind
Well it’s alright, oh we’ll take a little trip take a day off from our lives we can breathe again
The Sandwich Islands oh I’ve heard a lot of things, they say it’s really nice we can take out time
Standing on the Western Shore I’m hanging out with ghost
And they don’t know that they are ghosts
Someone’s at the door I’m sure walked in on our good times
And they are looking in they remember us
And I don’t mind their looking 
Well it’s alright all the things that bring us down we can throw them out to sea we can breathe again
The sandwich islands oh I’ve heard a lot of things, they say it’s really nice
We can take our time
I’m counting numbers backwards and now it’s time for sleep
I’ll see you in my dreams with the ghosts on the beach
And I don’t mind in outer space I can lose my mind
I’m looking down from far away
No I don’t care when I’m looking down no I don’t mind

Lonely Island, we got the whole family here
Time to meet the crew yall
My name is Worm, you could call me J August
Ride around town bumpin Fugees in a tortoise
Yo, I'm Artemus Prime, also known as young sandwich
The Lonely Island got amigos like my man John Lanis
Keith in the house but you can call me young dad
Rockin pick Adidas, never wear plad
I'm little Tony, I'm always playin with Max
Make you run out the room 'cause my booty's gang
I want the fat one, they call me Fat Bob
I get all the ladies even though I'm a slob
I'm Piccolo Pete, I'm a part of the crew
You'll know that it's me from the sound of my flute
Hell I'm Sick Eric, I'm always sick
You can catch me on the corner taking antibiotics
They call me Smooth Guy cuz I be drinkin mad smoothies
You think I got my name from my voice, that just ain't soochy
They call me Creepy Z, you know I do my own thing
My rhymes ain't good but I'm fun in small doses
They call me Boring Steven, I don't know why
My rhymes are dope and my whip is fly (it's fuckin awful)
I'm a rich guy, I'm doin this as a lark
My sense of humor is extremely dark
I'm new to the crew and no one trusts me at all
If they'd get to know me they'd see I'm a ball
People call me Tiny, my name is ironic
I'm 12 feet tall, my life is hard
I'm a little lost, is this the right studio?

[Verse 1]:

Can’t wasting time 

Holy shit I’m getting older
Man this beat is so hard 
Harder than a fucking 

(Boner) 

I meant the song 

Get your mind out from the gutter 
They told me get bread 
All I did was add the butter 

I like playing games 
But don’t play with me 
I drive a Honda civic 
Whip that shit like ATV
I wrote this damn song
Smoking on some fucking tree 

And I’m so fucking high 
My eyes turned Japanese


[Verse 2]:

Damn son that sounded racist 
My fucking DNA Is from many places 
So before you try to judge 
Need build a case bitch 
I’m just having fun 
Who even cares 
Stop hating 

They say I’m outta pocket 
Cuz pocket outta space 
It’s holding middle fingers 
Shove it right up in your face 
Who’s your damn manager 
Cuz You don’t own the place 
Tried to give you medicine 
But you don’t like the taste 


[Hook]: x2

I’m dope 

And I’m having fun 
 
I’m like toast 

But without the bun 

We just roll up 

And pass it on 

Bitch I’m tryna get high 
Run and pack the blunt 


[Verse 3]:

I’m the best fucking rapper 
In the sandwich islands
Captain cook said he found it 
What a true Hawaiian
I think that mother fucker was in to lying 
Cuz he didn’t leave Hawaii 
And he ended up dying 

But who am I to say 
I wasn’t there 
I’m here today 
I’m just hearing all the stories 
That was told from he to they
And now they own Hawaii 
Need to give us better wage 
First they took the fucking land
Now they tryna take my pay 

But it’s okay 
Cuz I’ll just work to get that bacon
Some people got dandruff 
They way they flakin 
I have that shit too 
I can hear yall hating 
Got rubbed the wrong way
Like two legs chafing 

I got a damn dream 
For that im ferocious
I’m supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Actually sometimes I feel hopeless 
I write some damn songs 
As a means for coping 

I don’t need fucking hook 
Cuz that shits for finishing 
You don’t have to hear
Nobody told you listen 
This shit is so sick 
Need a 6 foot distance 
Your rhymes are like the toilet 
That I use for pissing 


[Hook]:  x3

I’m dope 

And I’m having fun 
 
I’m like toast 

But without the bun 

We just roll up 

And pass it on 

Bitch I’m tryna get high 
Run and pack the blunt

Stop draggin' my car around!
Hey!  Hey, I left a sandwich in the back seat!

N.Y.C. Everything

RZA

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

Most definite; let this be my last will and testament 
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist 
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be 
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me 
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan 
The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up 
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up 
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay 
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way 
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways to sword play 
They bustin' bullets over broadway, Deep Cover 
I'm like Larry when the fish burn; I burn rubber 
'Cause I'm not an easy lover 
To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife 
Ask my alien likes - I've been crazy all my life 
Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die 
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side 
Johnny Five, I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive 
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip 
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp 
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

N.Y.C. Everything

RZA

The Ultimate Hip-Hop Album

2008

Most definite; let this be my last will and testament 
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist 
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be 
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me 
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan 
The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up 
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up 
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay 
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way 
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways to sword play 
They bustin' bullets over broadway, Deep Cover 
I'm like Larry when the fish burn; I burn rubber 
'Cause I'm not an easy lover 
To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife 
Ask my alien likes - I've been crazy all my life 
Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die 
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side 
Johnny Five, I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive 
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip 
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp 
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

Tear and Bore

1) Now, them a search fi me from A go to Z
Say them hear how mi wuck tremendous inna bed,
Who nuh waa f*ck mi off say them waa give mi head,
Mi attack Virgin Island wid mi long cho-cho peg.
Gal a bumb rush mi scramble mi like egg,
Woman a sandwich mi like them daily bread,
Gal call off mi phone till mi teeth all a nedge,
Outstanding performance the news all a spread.

2) Cham, man a run through the gal them like passage,
Gal open you legs when bad man want you cratches,
Mile and a half mi give her without nuh stoppage,
She go tell her friends now them attack mi pan rapid.

It's me mi are the run master 
It's me galan galan galan it's me 
Me are the dentist 
It's me 

Galan galan it's me 
Me come from Nigeria 
It's me galan galan 
Mi live a Swe Sweden 
Galan galan it's me 
Köttbullar datta call meatball 
Smörgas datta call sandwich 
It's me 

Awilla willa willa hey 
It's me kpou kpa kpa it's me 
It's me galan galan it's me 
Galan galan 
ABC is like 123 
DEF is like 456 

A say mi come from Nigeria 
The island of the sun 
A say we plant sugarcane 
A say we eat a lot of thing 
Anywhere we go the people say mi are the best 
A say mi run London, a say we run New York 
A say mi run Stockholm, a say mi run Moscow 
It's me

I'm still lost in my own
Zone in the living room like I'm dead to the
World playing Donny Hathaway
Patron shots I consume taking the pain away
Each sip bring me closer to my doom
Sun shining bright through the
Crack in the blind
Thinking to myself this morning
What happened to time
It's passing away, the world decides
It ain't what it used to be
Everything I love don't mean what
It used to mean for example spitting a 16
No thrills
Feeling numb like i'm of Thorazine
It used to be nicotine
I was addicted to this rap thing
Now I'm just trying to trap cream
Enough drowning in my sorrow
Never put off tomorrow
What you can do today, that's my new motto
With that said, I roll out the bed
Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread
Now make dollars

I woke up in the morning, washed my body
Put some clothes on it after that
Put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning
Cause everybody got a gun
It's like they're copy cats
So me without one is like I'm dated
I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces
Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever
The late 80's had favored
I'm one of the best of my Homo Sapiens
One of the best of God's creations
He shows favoritism everytime you hear
The record on radio stations
I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much
I can feel you hating
Serving mc's like waitress, andre Agassi
Multitalented
Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas
They're screaming in agony
Half of these niggas ain't half of me
Half of these niggas ain't
Talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity
Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts
Clapping them rapidly
Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain
Ten years in my career, pray to God that
I don't blow up my brains Lord, i'm here
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Cut from a different cloth
And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans
They cost so much usher
Either way i'm caught up in materialistic
Anything that's custom
Best believe I'mma get it
Getting tired of it and get rid of it
Don't step on the Compton premises without
Your weap-on on your hip
The home of the stray bullet
That murder the innocent
No matter the crime rate
I still remain content
Moving at my own pace
Cause if it don't make dollars
Then it really don't make sense
And if you can't comprehend
I holler like a rottweiler
Behind a backyard fence (Holla)
(Holla, Holla)
(Holla)

I woke up this morning, counting my cash
Girls calling me now
Straight throwing the ass
I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch
Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece
They used to call me a creature
But now I'm a beast
With my voice on the beat
I'm the voice of the streets
From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone
Nigga, I won't stop
'till I'm add to the throne
Dog, I ride with the chrome
Gotta be safe in this shit
Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them Clipse
I don't ride on no skateboard
I roll with some grinders
Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island
I was a drug dealer
But now I'm a wild spitter
Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital
You got the hiccups
I got this fluent as shit nigga
I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga
Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch
I'm the reason these niggas
Be handcuffin' them quick
I'm the reason these bitch niggas
Be playa hating on us
See them in the streets
These niggas don't be saying nothing
But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef
Jay Rock down to bust a
Nigga head in the streets i can't help it
The hood flow through my blood
This gangbangin shit
Should be considered a drug
Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas
Wrong place, wrong time
That's how you get clapped nigga
Raised in the projects, money my object
They standing in my way
Like a frog I dissect them
You'll get shot walking through my section
Now you a verse all in my session
They say life is a school
Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out
Shit got me guessing
Shit naw, check my ghetto report card
Straight A student in every class
Up in the Gardens
Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless
Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target
(target, target)
(target, target)

I'm still lost in my own
Zone in the living room like I'm dead to the
World playing Donny Hathaway
Patron shots I consume taking
The pain away Each
Sip bring me closer to my doom
Sun shining bright through the
Crack in the blind
Thinking to myself this morning
What happened to time
It's passing away, the world decides
It ain't what it used to be
Everything I love don't mean what
It used to mean
For example spitting a 16 No thrills
Feeling numb like i'm of Thorazine
It used to be nicotine
I was addicted to this rap thing
Now I'm just trying to trap cream
Enough drowning in my sorrow
Never put off tomorrow
What you can do today, that's my new motto
With that said, I roll out the bed
Hit the showers, it's time to get this bread
Now make dollars

I woke up in the morning, washed my body
Put some clothes on it after that
Put on my heat like Alonzo Mourning
Cause everybody got a gun
It's like they're copy cats
So me without one is like I'm dated
I'd be out of style like Adidas and fat laces
Starter Jackets and dookie ropes or whatever
The late 80's had favored
I'm one of the best of my Homo Sapiens
One of the best of God's creations
He shows favoritism everytime you hear
The record on radio stations
I know you mad, you ain't gotta say much
I can feel you hating
Serving mc's like waitress, andre Agassi
Multitalented
Rapper slash athlete, killing these niggas
They're screaming in agony
Half of these niggas ain't half of me
Half of these niggas ain't
Talking 'bout nothing, yakity, yakity
Pushing my buttons like plaid shirts
Clapping them rapidly
Actually, Kurt, Co-Bain Ten years
In my career
Pray to God that I don't blow up my brains
Lord, I'm here
Great Depression, I don't know much, all
I know is studio sessions
And how to get my bars up
They call me Subway sandwich the way
I give them cold cuts
Cut from a different cloth
And these Yves Saint Laurent jeans
They cost so much usher
Either way i'm caught up in materialistic
Anything that's custom
Best believe I'mma get it
Getting tired of it and get rid of it
Don't step on the Compton premises without
Your weap-on on your hip
The home of the stray bullet
That murder the innocent
No matter the crime rate
I still remain content
Moving at my own pace
Cause if it don't make dollars
Then it really don't make sense
And if you can't comprehend
I holler like a rottweiler
Behind a backyard fence (Holla)
(Holla, Holla)
(Holla)

I woke up this morning, counting my cash
Girls calling me now
Straight throwing the ass
I threw on my T, I grabbed my bitch
Laced up my chucks, rock sharp as a piece
They used to call me a creature
But now I'm a beast
With my voice on the beat
I'm the voice of the streets
From my head to the feet, I'm bad to the bone
Nigga, I won't stop
'till I'm add to the throne
Dog, I ride with the chrome
Gotta be safe in this shit
Call me Pharrell, boy, I keep me them
Clipse I don't ride on no skateboard
I roll with some grinders
Trapped in the hood, far from Giligans Island
I was a drug dealer
But now I'm a wild spitter
Nigga, I'm more iller, call me a hospital
You got the hiccups
I got this fluent as shit nigga
I spit a bar, straight ruin your shit nigga
Known as a mack, I can influence your bitch
I'm the reason these niggas
Be handcuffin' them quick
I'm the reason these bitch niggas
Be playa hating on us
See them in the streets
These niggas don't be saying nothing
But keep on talking, you ain't ready for beef
Jay Rock down to bust a
Nigga head in the streets i can't help it
The hood flow through my blood
This gangbangin shit
Should be considered a drug
Everybody doing it now, I see you rap niggas
Wrong place, wrong time
That's how you get clapped nigga
Raised in the projects, money my object
They standing in my way
Like a frog I dissect them
You'll get shot walking through my section
Now you a verse all in my session
They say life is a school
Everyday is a lesson, well I get kicked out
Shit got me guessing
Shit naw, check my ghetto report card
Straight A student in every class
Up in the Gardens
Money over bitches, nigga i'm heartless
Money over bitch niggas, rich is my target
(target, target)
(target, target)

)
Now I've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands
On the weekend
And they get loaded
When they came to town
They walked around in greenwich village
To buy posters they could hang up
In them smelly little secret
Black light bedrooms
On long island
Singin': "jimi come back!"
Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-tone
Your haze was so purple
It caused your axis to be bold as love
Now jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback
Come back and feed back on my knapsack
You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah
While you bend down
And set your stuff on fire

Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again
Turn and turn
Turn and turn
We're turning again

We can turn it around
We can do it again
We can go back in time
Through the canyons of your mind
On the eve of destruction
We can act like we are
Something really special
You just jump in the bath-tub
With that other guy jim
And make him be more careful
We can visit big mama
And wrap her on the back
When she eats her sandwich
(la la la la)
We can take care of janis
When she gets so depressed
She can't take it no more
We can laugh at keith moon's jokes
(ha ha ha ha ha)
And the colour tv
(ha ha)
He threw out the windum
From the second floor
Everybody come back
No one can do it like you used to
If you listen to the radio
And what they play today
You can tell right away:
All those assholes really need you!

I really cannot tell
I remember it so well

From then thereon, forevermore,
a tin sandwich was my company
My friend and anchor in hard times
Tin talisman for good

Life is so full of joy
For that still twelve-year-old little boy
Ever since the summer of sixty-five
With a tin sandwich just for fun

from the island of vancouver|to the isle of newfoundland|theres daisys by the wayside|and the pasture's green again |the bluejay on the fence post|has summer in his song|while out on the open highway i thumb my way along||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||with a knapsack on my shoulder|and a flat top by my side|i roam the great north country |and feel so free inside|there stops an old hay wagon|i climb up on the load|where i munch on a big red apple as we jog along the road||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||you'll find me by the river|where the lively otter plays|or asleep by the meadow|where the lazy cattle graze|you'll find me in the backseat |of a car that moves along|to the music of my flat top on an old hitchhikers song||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||here comes an old truck driver|i know by the way he smiles|i'll sing and pick my flat top |for the next 200 miles|and a little voice will tell me|i've made another friend|i'll share his bacon sandwich and i'm on the road again||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||from the island of vancouver|to the isle of newfoundland|theres daisys by the wayside|and the pasture's green again |the bluejay on the fence post|has summer in his song|while out on the open highway i thumb my way along||roving all over the land|roving all over the land|roving all over the land|roving all over the land|roving all over the land|

Live

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking
Bomb
I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us
Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G
The fuck why'all talking about
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Why'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask
(evil laughter)

[Chorus: x4]
[Verse two:]
Smearing your mailbox 
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and able
Going on the roof
When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable
Harass you to move
Leaving poisoned rat cole slaw around your toilet stool 
While you scream fuck you
I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets
In the shower
You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs
The screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair
Coming up the street
Walking up the main avenue
I'm passing you 
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you
You looking at me
I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you
Talking to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)

[Chorus: x4]
Is it live, live, live, live, live

They wanna know who I am
What I am
Best believe what I stand for
You gonna see my vision
Through this music and amusement
I'm not just a piece of rye bread
With roast beef sauerkraut and
Dressing
I actually got some substance
And no I ain't
Ain't tripping
But at the moment I fix computers
For Living
Loving Explore life as it is
Give back what I know
Knowing it's priceless
Definitely don't like waiting on
Others
Especially when your making arrangements
So many people got dreams and soul
That's why we gotta to
Manifest them

This is not just a
Sandwich song
Just speaking my mind to
Existent and staying strong
This is not just a
Sandwich song
Just speaking my mind to
Existent and staying strong

Keeping it crispy
Keeping it juicy
The flavors from my words
Provide some imagery
Let me know if y'all wit me
Got a book called
A love of thousand
Islands
Soaring through the sky
Trynna find place to land
In One of them
So I can feel the essence of
Life
Interconnecting is a product of
Something heaven sent
That's why it's good to remember
Only you can change your narrative
Give you pages and chapters
Composed with some soliloquies
So you can feel the rhythms of
What i speak

This is not just a
Sandwich song
Just speaking my mind to
Existent and staying strong
This is not just a
Sandwich song
Just speaking my mind to
Existent and staying strong

Walking down the road
To the island
Everybody
Waits for the bus
Looking at the streets
There all shinny
Mesmerised
Reflections of shops
Now I hear
The party has started
Records play and they're
All happy
Stomachs full of
Booze and of sandwich
Cigarettes are good
At the time
But not now

Auntie died and
Uncle left later
Someone else
Moved into the
House
None of us
Needed to go
Back there
Death had forced us
All to move on
Years later we
Went for a visit
Houses had all
Been turned to dust
Now the road is
Locked by the council
Memories will still
Carry on
Sixties gone

Walking down the road to the island
Everybody waits for the bus
Looking at the streets they are all shinny
Mesmerised reflections of shops
Now we're here the party has started
Records play and their all happy
Stomachs full of booze and of sandwich
Cigarettes are good at the time
But not now
Now

Auntie died and uncle left later
Someone else moved into the house
None of needed to back there
Death had forced us all to move on
Years later we went for a visit
Houses had all been to dust
Now the road is locked by the council
Memories will still carry on
Sixties gone
Gone

Data
Or you can call me it's the greatest or for short just the greatest
I swear I walk right on the lot and bought the longest Mercedes
It's Weezy baby ho, turn up ya radio
I'm in the penthouse fucking on the patio
She call me daddy yo, she don't wear panty hose
And when I'm done watch out I do magic, make her vanish yo
But she was Spanish though, and I like them Spanish hoes
Yeah two of them and one of me's a Weezy sandwich ho
But I be like damn them hoes, I am an animal
I am the chief of the tribe like a Seminole
Crazy like Ann Nicole
But I'm expanding tho
Man I swear I don't need security, I need fan patrol
And I am Young Mula, and so is Twisty baby
And you ever forget that
And don't forget the baby, gone

U annoying me
Need me a wife who stay at home
Make me a sandwich, damn b*tch
Then leave me alone
Iono like weak men
When I see them
21 losers with a weapon
Couldn’t stomp him
Last 2015 I was in Stockton
Now I been living on an island
Where the babes are topless
U mad h**?

(Okay)
Get what you need, I know I'm wrong, but you ain't finna blow my cheese

Yeah, when I'm in Miami (skrrt), foreign whip go, Panamera
Fuckin' them together (skrrt), we treat bad hoes like a sandwich, nigga
Trippin' off liquor (yeah), we make bad hoes pop that pussy, ooh
I know she a savage (yeah), she recordin' it while I'm hittin' it, ooh
Keep that bum-ass nigga from out our business, love, yeah
Keep your bum-ass friends from out our business, please, yeah
I get a flight right now for you and your friends and them, yeah (yeah)
Tryna come introduce you to my city (it's up, yeah, yeah, it's up)

We the biggest, ain't nobody bigger, babe (bigger, babe)
Why that nigga got you all in dealers, babe, uh?

I'm in the club and I really want a sandwich
I want a dagwood sandwich
Fucked off the bean and this beat got me jamming
They think I'm black 'cause I've been tanning
This Thousand Island dressing on this white bread got me creaming
I just made a band; a thousand dollars got me beaming
Imma kill a cop because a sentence looks appealing
Came all in her face; she love my nut it got her cheesing

Smoking on exotic, sipping wock until I vomit
I felt my pants fall down but I didn't mean to flaunt it
Got my stizzy making blinkers; once I'm broke I'll have to pawn it
I got confused and fucked her dad; I was only being honest
If we talking I want action; shove my balls inside her ass
And when they keep on popping out then Imma blame it on her gas
But Imma keep on stacking money; get a car that drives real fast
And when that bitch is acting funny Imma run and not look back

I'm 2dope
I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch ass faggot
I'm in the south-west detroit, Del-ray
In a city, ghetto street-gang
I got people who want me dead
But everytime they run up on me, I get scared
And my skull explodes
All over those motherfuckers

Sometimes I get hungry, man, but it ain't nothing
But it ain't nothing in the box but a brick sandwich
So I start hurting that motherfucker
And I chew on that bitch until my jaw breaks
Which don't fade me, cause I'm a hoodlum
And I don't exist to you fucks (you fucks)
You green-grass fucks

Fuck me, and I'll fuck you, fucker
We comin', motherfucker
We coming to get ya
Coming to get ya
How ya see me is what ya get
How ya see me is what ya get
Carnival of carnage is coming
How ya see me is what ya get

I was snookin' good in my bed
Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I'm that much liver
I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
But then I always fall, and bust my ass.

Came on a nimbus from
Mount Olympus
My grind relentless may need dentist
Hair in my dentures from cunnilingus
Linger my middle fingers for gingers and
Hating niggaz
Put you in the blender
This hustle on a binder
The rookie and the ringer ninja
Drinking mooring
Walky Ken Wah vivid author
Real New Yorker
Slaying transplants with tramp
Stamps don’t call her
Knickerbocker roster trade the Caesar
Now a Rasta
Any form or weapon against me nah prosper
Always strive and prosper bad
Bitches is my problem
With the goodies and the goblins
Wreaking havoc in the Gotham
Eyes redder than a possum
This is Harlem meets
Brooklyn ox good looking
86 viscous pitching white Dwight Gooden
Hustle plus the muscle going
For the gusto
Watch ya tone buckle you don’t
Wanna tussle from the looks of
Your demeanor
Been a terror since Don Carthage
Smoked gas on the Worlds famous arena
In Puerto Rico got a nigga drunk off gasoline a
High flyer island hoping booking
Trips off Expedia
We Been outside way before social media
No median I’m deviant they
Checking for ingredients
The seasoning got my old bay
Trying meet again
Crack crab or lobster men should
Never gossip
Why ya lady gawking mister
Leaky faucet
Drip drip drip
Watch ya step when ya walking
Get a mop major spillage up in
Aisle 3
Late night special yo akin make
A chop cheese
Toast the bread man I hate a soggy sandwich
Catch me at the standard
Sandwich between two betas
Live on the edge like David data
Yo I’m the greatest
You can not fade us we going up like
Elevators

She was bad
A cool bad
All third graders wanted bad like hers
I'd wait on line just to say
Hi lunch lady Jackie
Her sass
A dash of iodized smiles
Like salt and hash
To my bland ass ham sandwich
Tall, strong, witty
An epic ebony
Tupac's tattooed
Nefertiti
Immortally pretty
Lunchroom celebrity
My favorite lunch lady Jackie
She was bad two years later
When I saw
She made an island of a street corner
Face frozen
Blind to me watching her
Twitching and begging
Addiction napalmed my ten year old eyes
The cafeteria window faced the school's giant
Crack is Wack sign
It was monumentally orange
A mural on a twenty foot concrete slab
Like a tombstone
Where we played handball
In the playground outside the lunchroom
At nightfall
Fiends morphed
Made a restaurant
Of our handball court
Syringes like forks
They dined
Until they starved
Left empty
Vials in our park
I once waited outside
Just to say hi