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Data di rilascio: 02.03.2023
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Long Island Degrees |
It’s strong island for real, where the critters run wild |
the prefix is 516, the top of the dial |
trhough the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under |
and across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderinso 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 is 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 Years confetti |
it’s like that y’all, but that’s all 'bout to change |
like some of my own, people tend to act strange |
i’m making a scene, and it’s served with it’s capabilities |
so set it at an island’s degrees |
Posdanous: |
It’s strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme |
the prefix is 516, where microphones fiend |
the voices that gots the gift, 'cause the world is on their shoulders |
makein' 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 and 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 causes commercs. |
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 moon |
soon to a town near you be them super emcees |
settin' them Long Island degrees |
Maseo: |
I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east |
and get your bank roll split |
bangin' dents out your systems |
sellin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston |
but eyes closed episodes |
bring you back to zeroes |
the same herp playin' like he Casablanca |
blind to it, but I’m a grind him up a cup of Sanka |
servin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts |
laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport |
Posdanous: |
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom |
while others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil |
the official color for this planet is green |
which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme |
an’t no expose, these facts are from the mouth |
profilin' through Island with that wind from down south |
at last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's |
magic on an island degrees |
Maseo: |
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 mean time 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 in the last quarter y’all, somebody’s gonna cry |
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by Posdanous: |
In the round one no nines my size can get swelly |
sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly |
we’re wonderful like colorful flix |
provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped |
I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea |
on the island 'cause that island is the main artery |
so uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these |
knucks from the island degrees |