Lyrics:
The way my wrist glist' I make a hood bitch say damn
My neck-lace represent the fact I go ham
It's lonely up here, man I need to come down
So many
Ooh oh, hey
Hey, oh-oh, hey
He comes from a foreign place
An island far away
Intrigues me with every move
Til' I'm breathless, I'm helpless
not on a list
That's what I'm sayin', I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin',
not on a list
That's what I'm sayin', I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin',
Ooh oh, hey
Hey, oh-oh, hey
He comes from a foreign place
An island far away
Intrigues me with every move
Til' I'm breathless, I'm helpless
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat
medulla oblongata
Kill a mic like El-P and Killer Mike, searing light
DJ Premier, it's my world premiere tonight, feeling right
Hair trigger softer than
over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my
Lonely on an island shore
There's no one around.
The day is grown older now
As I catch the thought of you.
I lay awake at night
With you on my mind;
the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin
[Intro: RZA]
This mic is scared of me, son
It's like I'm gonna rape it
Ason in my heart... I date rape mics, my mic's a dike
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
this bitch nigga
Yea
Got these figures by my lonely nigga
Yea
Got this shit by my lonely nigga
I put this shit on everyday by my lonely nigga
My lonely
crazy on this island
Lay me down by the river
It's getting kinda lonely with my selves
Wish I could tell them all to go to hell
I can't control
edge
One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic, it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra's style
[Chorus: x2]
It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
They said I was a head of my time or either here
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Perignon
Females love the guns I be wearing
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my
lights like you got hit by Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic, exorcising my rights (Uh)
Wild life, bite your windpipe
I'm not the type you
When I'm feeling lonley
Sad as I can be
All by myself
In an uncharted island
Or an endless sea
What makes me happy
Fills me up with glee
Those bones
Anytime we dey I gats to let her know ooh
She be my island queen she be my girl for life
With her by my side everything go dey alright ooh
She be my island
don't settle
My pen's the ride, on the pad, the road
Y'all must've known this is the
Way I unwind and unload
Over beats, overload, mind explodes
Stress in
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