Born into this, cast, I never asked for this. I don't belong. I never will. Searching, still I search for a reason. To belong, unaccepted amongst the
t even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco We don't give
moon From the well-swept streets of Jackson Heights to the dockside drudgery Everything's now a replica of what it used to be And since they tarted up
correct? - Yup That's what you promised me, since the (?)lee Along with, if we stay strong We can get paper longer than Pippen's arms Plead the fifth
I slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train
demon Been around the world 666 years and still fiendin And I have the name Khrist Because I was chosen to give strength No fictitious, delicious sweets for the enemy, since
Creep' Let your hands flap around like a Marionette Pop your knees up and down, ch-ch- chicken your neck [Akiva Schaffer] Now pull your waistband up like you expectin' a flood
' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll Unfold the scrolls that were foretold, by the forefathers The end of the world saga, streets flooded
dishonor, correct what? Yup that's what you promised me, since the [incomprehensible] lee Along with, if we stay strong We can get paper longer than Pittman's arms
I will continue flooding the streets With heat for the ladies and niggas who be thugging And if you want it then bring shit wit open arms While I continuously
a 2012 Maserati I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley Inked up on my hands and arms
from the well swept streets of Jackson Heights To the dockside drudgery Every thing's now a replica Of what it used to be But since they tarted up the
slug ya And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours Get raw, get pissed off We trained them up to the big door Train
to hum it with a smile on But never with the lights on, long nights just numbin Slutty perfume, and ruined pork roast, soaked wardrobe Scars Ruby grew up
knees up and down sh-sh-shakin' your neck Now pull your waistband up like you expecting a flood And stick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud Trim up
build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen It's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems
