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    Strong Island

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    One two
    Yeah uhh yeah
    Yeah it's the God baby
    Long Island's own
    Barbarian of the microphone
    It's for y'all niggaz
    And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
    Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
    Compete witcha livelihood to eat better
    And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
    With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
    It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
    Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
    Then developed a strong style on Long Isle
    Won't be long now, I started rhymin young
    I designed for fun, knowin my time would come
    I started, payin dues DJin with crews
    Learnin the inner city rules, conveyin the news
    Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks
    Slam so hard it remains a landmark
    The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin
    But
    Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees
    Things to do and see until nuttin is new to me
    A true MC usually be into a breeze
    And I can still see New York City through the trees
    My advance slams put you outside lookin in
    Or the other way around, that depends, look again
    Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems
    It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
    Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
    Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down
    Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off
    And harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau
    Where we keep the money pilin, keep the honies smilin
    Keep the heater just in case kids start whylin
    The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin
    Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch
    Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams
    Where violence usually ends in sirens
    By all means, we all fiend for finance
    We make cash on the street called straight path
    We take class, build with the Gods with great math
    Everyday true to the street, and never fronted
    Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it
    Bein exposed to life's highs and lows
    Got my flows ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros
    I put it on a tape and then the city I tested
    Then on the radio the R's requested
    Now the whole world's whylin, all the girls smilin
    You know, it's on, soon as they let the crowd in
    The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin
    Word up I wanna give a big up to Long Island stompin grounds f'real
    Crime-Danch one love baby word up
    I wanna give a crazy shout out to all the DJ's back in the day
    Who used to let me smoke they microphones, ya knah mean?
    Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze
    Word up
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