yo, I got brooklyn on my back! yo, I got cleveland on my chest! up on nostrand & fulton . . us, yeah us, niggaz ain't raised no bastards even iF it gets like donald goines wit' respect from the street . . "yo, babyboy get stupid busy!" got some metapHors like vincent price, yeah man my rhymes are on ICE! take a second, naw a minute . . while I do broadway on the moon seen a few goons, and wrote a love ballad outta tune! just cuz it's . . "11:30 @ night in a smoke filled room" us, yeah us, niggaz have flashbacks like some essence oF burnt sage and shit . . meltin' from the crooked cop on wednesday mornin' @ the barbershoP, talkin' like the dope he promotes, really ain't no hope! "YEAH, SON IT'S THE BARBERSHOP REMIX!" even through corporate amerika, I wrote a rough draft on gotti's behalF, yeah man not bad . . what iF I got brooklyn on my back? what iF I still got cleveland on my chest, what's next? it's 11:30 @ night in a smoke filled room . .
actors don't retire -xxx
they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY -Rakim