De La Soul - Long Island Degrees lyrics

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[De La Soul - Long Island Degrees lyrics]

It's strong island for real
Where the critters run wild
The prefix is 516, the top of the dial
Through the LI sound, to the villa down under
And across the globe I heard
A lot of folks wonderin'
So 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, 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

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 Colombians 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 calls me Merce
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

I hit the LIRR 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

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

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 higher than 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

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

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