Islander

Yo this way

Right up this way

On an island tryna to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky

And Puerto Rico, Ireland

Manhattan chimed in by him every place I been

Can't replace my hiding place where I arrived in

Give you a taste of the pace on this island, little giant, little defiant

Really a riot spew the saliva, live with the Jews, man, a upper west sider

Mixed in the stew and he tried

Shout Carlos, man, also a writer

Shout stop also a writer

It's the truth I admire chill with my boo how I'm wired

Don't know what to do when he fired up

Strut up with the mutts through the fire

(Yo, Wik what's going on man?)

Talkin' that A, that's my OG gave me my name

Musta been thirteen first hit in the game

Said rap 'bout you so I spit 'bout the train

Decade later Wik you gon' sit and complain?

Damn, come on man what do you like?

I like the one train, bagel with lox, crushing the mic

Like the sunset on the Hudson look at the light

He looked at my like, right? Why you still poutin'?

Ain't listen, kept listin' what I was about and

Aight, aight, aight

I like Sunday dinner loungin'

Posted at the crib kids clowin'

Change for the bus scrounging

City park kids running through the fountains

Man, I like the mountains

(Mountains?)

(My man ain't no fuckin' mountains in Manhattan)