violence we whylin' whylin' Slain rapper's body found washed up on Coney Island When I rolled up this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up When
and I was lost in a haze of Tax shelters and Mardi Gras and polluted bays, but My Cadillac mind recalls a time that you walked around an island forty
high Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned (yeah...) The islands off the coast are on fire Orange and violet Standing on a thundering beach Frozen
poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip He staggered in the shadows screaming I ain't never been afraid And he shot out every street light on the promenade Past the frozen
tried to find some silence in this shallow space. I pushed pillows in my ears - I concealed my face. No, don't you even try to catch my eye, it sits frozen
the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip he staggered in the shadows screaming i ain't never been afraid and he shot out every street light on the promenade past the frozen
I'm froze by desire No need to leave Where would I be If this were to go under That's a risk I'd take I'm froze by desire As if a choice I'd make I
flow fingertip) Sometimes I fall I slip Got a heartfelt desire be more like you Trying not to quench your fire by the things that i do I'm on an island
and I'm insertin my key I got the game on smash Come back to the streets (x2) [Verse 1] Had to make a couple trips to the islands Now i'm internationally
Set off for America far across the ragin' sea From the frozen coves of my island home To the land of liberty I have to leave my girl behind Until I make
're driftwood floating underwater Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces Just driftwood, hollow and of no use Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you Nobody's an island
where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island
up, packed the shotti Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body If you a boss, why ya cash is sloppy? This a Staten Island burglar gang
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga? This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat
me how we gon' foul when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs
and paid off the rappin I'm makin some things happen You make an attempt to see me then its Clip boom, I'm makin some things matchin, I'm froze Stuffy
you hard, you frozen like a statue I check the mic, for quite the right reason Mad kids are made of concepts like the 4 seasons On the calendar, peace to my islanders
One hundred days at sea, a wretch away from misery Rummies and rats and tarry jacks, my only family The island of salvation is still a scream away As