A-train to Far Roccaway that's a long ass ride
FREE SYCO, 5 years really a long ass time
I spit that sick shit, that hold him in the room for the quarantine
I'm cool with that, just leave me with a pound of the forest leaves
I don't do the back and forth shit, unless it's verse for verse till you forfeit
They gotta buy a new mic every show cuz jungle torch it
I got shit lined up for my future like the seven chakras
Steppin on obstacles, flatlining la cucaracha
My city give birth to art and burn it to the ground
That's why Hiphop exist cuz you can't burn sound
My Flow colder than Alaskan women dressin up mannequins
Wit a temper shorter than the shorts on Zapp brannigan
That's why I smoke to feel my soul elevate, that futurama
Partner in crime is that robot bending shit like commas
The system want you locked so they take ya books and reword those
And Read the 13th amendment that prison suit is work clothes
Burn thru oil cans, no chance like Vince McMahon
I see thru ya bullshit like the scanner vegeta had
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul 2 soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
I think I'm New wave LL CooL J cuz I lick my lips
Before I burn in hell I said I'd take another sip
It take two hands to aim a four fifth
Hit the target, young man get smoked like my 4th spliff
Don't trip, I came back to the flat with like 4 zips
Smoke the best like a Cuban cigar that's filled with piff
I write the type of rhymes hot enough to dry lips
How you gangsta but a cold sore will you make you hide shit?
No funny, I slept in cold darkness playin chess wit a ghost,
The dead teach you, only thing left in the box is the clothes
How you the realest if every body else is a clone?
That mean ya mom fake too, and you came out of her zone
It's on
Science books to be written using my concepts
But I ain't pressing shit that's like answering to a bomb threat
I can twist reality, turn words into lead
My rhyme strong enough to yolk you up before cracking eggs
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul to soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
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A-train to Far Roccaway that's a long ass ride
FREE SYCO, 5 years really a long ass time
I spit that sick shit, that hold him in the room for the quarantine
I'm cool with that, just leave me with a pound of the forest leaves
I don't do the back and forth shit, unless it's verse for verse till you forfeit
They gotta buy a new mic every show cuz jungle torch it
I got shit lined up for my future like the seven chakras
Steppin on obstacles, flatlining la cucaracha
My city give birth to art and burn it to the ground
That's why Hiphop exist cuz you can't burn sound
My Flow colder than Alaskan women dressin up mannequins
Wit a temper shorter than the shorts on Zapp brannigan
That's why I smoke to feel my soul elevate, that futurama
Partner in crime is that robot bending shit like commas
The system want you locked so they take ya books and reword those
And Read the 13th amendment that prison suit is work clothes
Burn thru oil cans, no chance like Vince McMahon
I see thru ya bullshit like the scanner vegeta had
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul 2 soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
I think I'm New wave LL CooL J cuz I lick my lips
Before I burn in hell I said I'd take another sip
It take two hands to aim a four fifth
Hit the target, young man get smoked like my 4th spliff
Don't trip, I came back to the flat with like 4 zips
Smoke the best like a Cuban cigar that's filled with piff
I write the type of rhymes hot enough to dry lips
How you gangsta but a cold sore will you make you hide shit?
No funny, I slept in cold darkness playin chess wit a ghost,
The dead teach you, only thing left in the box is the clothes
How you the realest if every body else is a clone?
That mean ya mom fake too, and you came out of her zone
It's on
Science books to be written using my concepts
But I ain't pressing shit that's like answering to a bomb threat
I can twist reality, turn words into lead
My rhyme strong enough to yolk you up before cracking eggs
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul to soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
FREE SYCO, 5 years really a long ass time
I spit that sick shit, that hold him in the room for the quarantine
I'm cool with that, just leave me with a pound of the forest leaves
I don't do the back and forth shit, unless it's verse for verse till you forfeit
They gotta buy a new mic every show cuz jungle torch it
I got shit lined up for my future like the seven chakras
Steppin on obstacles, flatlining la cucaracha
My city give birth to art and burn it to the ground
That's why Hiphop exist cuz you can't burn sound
My Flow colder than Alaskan women dressin up mannequins
Wit a temper shorter than the shorts on Zapp brannigan
That's why I smoke to feel my soul elevate, that futurama
Partner in crime is that robot bending shit like commas
The system want you locked so they take ya books and reword those
And Read the 13th amendment that prison suit is work clothes
Burn thru oil cans, no chance like Vince McMahon
I see thru ya bullshit like the scanner vegeta had
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul 2 soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
I think I'm New wave LL CooL J cuz I lick my lips
Before I burn in hell I said I'd take another sip
It take two hands to aim a four fifth
Hit the target, young man get smoked like my 4th spliff
Don't trip, I came back to the flat with like 4 zips
Smoke the best like a Cuban cigar that's filled with piff
I write the type of rhymes hot enough to dry lips
How you gangsta but a cold sore will you make you hide shit?
No funny, I slept in cold darkness playin chess wit a ghost,
The dead teach you, only thing left in the box is the clothes
How you the realest if every body else is a clone?
That mean ya mom fake too, and you came out of her zone
It's on
Science books to be written using my concepts
But I ain't pressing shit that's like answering to a bomb threat
I can twist reality, turn words into lead
My rhyme strong enough to yolk you up before cracking eggs
Open ya ears imma grab the mic and get ill
My music take you back to a place you wanna feel
Keep on movin, soul to soul you got me groovin
I switch to a fox when you switch like where the fuse is
Writer: Isidro Hernandez
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