Long Island Degrees

It's Strong Island for real, where the critters run wild The prefix is 5-1-6, the top of the dial Through the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under And across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin' So when's it coming cause the Stakes Is High see big money that waves Don't put the pen to my page And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax A New York demeanor, sit back in the Beamer With nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes Ignorin' the gazers cause some stars don't get petty And that trash you talk is just New Year's confetti It's like that y'all, but that's all gotsta change Like some of my own, people tend to act strange I'm making a scene, and it's served with its capabilities So set it at an island's degrees It's Strong Island for real, the diagnosis is supreme The prefix is 5-1-6, where microphones fiend The voices that gots the gift, cause the world is on their shoulders Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders The real proceed My girl stands deep from Nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys Characters have the tendency to con themselves To think the East Coast is only New York to Philadelph You know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork And as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York I ougtta say my fam calls me Merce Steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse It's like that y'all, let it all consume Like them brothas who smoke, 'till they high like the noon Soon to a town near you be them super emcees Settin' at Long Island degrees I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east And get your bank roll spent Bangin' dents out your systems Turnin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston But eyes closed episodes Bring you back to zeroes The same hero playin' like he Casablanca Blind to it, but I'm a grind him up a cup of Sanka Servin' dimes love on tennis courts and sorts Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensils The official color for this planet is green Which grows in pockets of them people willing to scheme Ain't no expose, these facts are from the mouth Profilin' through Island with that wind from down south At last, be the world broadcast from the crew who gave you 3's Magic on an island degrees It's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters Night time excites time for the heavy hitters Gang on hers cause in the meantime mine is home on date Fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin' 'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky I got questions about your life if you so ready to die We on the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by In the round one no nines my size can get swelly Sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my fellas We're wonderful like colorful flicks Provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea Of the island cause that island is the main artery So uh, you better come and give respect or catch some of these Knucks from the island degrees Rap? It sucks, I hate it In what particular way? It just, don't appeal to me, it's, there's no... music in it It's just niggas talking