Strong Island
Album: The Master
Release Date: 11/30/99
Label: Universal Records
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
It's on now
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then developed a strong style on Long Isle
Won't be long now
I designed for fun
I started
Learnin the inner city rules
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
But
Like any G
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
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
Til every DJ around
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 heater just in case kids start whylin
The rhyme that I'm stylin
Grew up in Wyndanch
Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams
Where violence usually ends in sirens
By all means
We make cash on the street called straight path
We take class
Everyday true to the street
Along the way
Bein exposed to life's highs and lows
Got my flows ready for shows
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
You know
The rhyme that I'm stylin
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
Big up to DJ Maniac
Word up
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