Slaine, ILL BILL, Sean Price, Blacastan - The Boulevard lyrics

That's 2011 shit
Hip-Hop is still alive in the flesh emcees
The fuck, man i like that old bullshit
When the MCs came to live out the name
And to peform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
You wild Slaine, you wild, you wild

I was sort of sicko, I'm psycho
Slightly insane
Stick a nickel bag right in the pipe
Lighten the flame ditch a motherfucking cab
Steal a bike in the rain
Wipe it out on the train tracks
I ain't right in my brain
Put the skull in the scully
Put the bully in boulevard
Smoke Kool-ies with Julie
Suck me off till I'm fully hard
Blow a load and wipe it off
Then give it to Jenny


She can suck it soft for me
Bust a nut with the semi any occasion
I'm staying for days in a Days Inn
Cocaine and liquor and a bunch of Caucasian
Women who want food stamps
And raising children
In project buildings they know my rhymes
It's amazing
The white trash king of the corner
The block bastard
You fucking has-been, you been dead
You got blasted
I'm still alive I'm making history built
Like these bitches in the media
They're pissed at me still
I blacked out a couple years and
Ended up in the flesh
I ain't catch a case I bought
Mad new kicks and whips
Got two bank accounts and them shit's is fat
Now I'm the mouse with the cheese
'cause I tricked the trap

I'm in the tub stroking bitches
Like Fritz the Cat
Then the pigs busted in and
Tried to frisk me black
Like emcees is jumping out shoes and socks
Crowbars up the block giving
Niggas speed knocks now you're bleeding
Leaking on your new outfit
Bragging 'bout your new kicks that
Ain't come out yet
You're just a fraud, frying up swine and lard
You'll probably sin all week then
Go praise your Lord good luck
I hope you wash away your sins and such
Or make it through your bid
Without getting fucked up
Studio session, wrote a ill verse and I'm out
Human Centipede, shittle in
Your girlfriend mouth, what!

The earth maker the earthquaker
The Doctor Killpatient is urgent
To nurse pager my fifth fire first
Motherfucker the first blazer
Asiatic, Black man, fan of Fantasia
Boot Camp Clik, Nike all of my life
Might ball up my fist
Hit you with all of my might (Bow)
The story of Ricky
Wanted the dick and a fifth
Of this, horny as shit, b
I might smack something from rapping
Your rap's fronting
Goodnight and have something when
Clapping the gat hunting
Good will but I'm still the janitor
Smarter than all the rest but
They scared to damage you, uh
I'm still insane, Bill and Slaine
Party over here, bitch, pills and 'caine
You a frat boy nigga and you're
I'm a gat boy nigga, when it's drawn
I dare you (P)
Body the great, three shotties to shake
Your foundation down in the
First fucking place
Haha, worst case scenario
Gun burst, break face, make you aerial

Yo, ILL Bill, aka Illmatic
Walking conspiracy like the HIV
That didn't kill Magic bricks and Glocks
All white bottles is broken
Same shit that got Sean Price
Kicked out of La Coka
I be the next one to over-relapse
Growing weed plants
With weed champs, LSD stamps, felony grams
Thousand dollar lesbians dance
Catch me in France
Showtime, counting plenty of cash
Mentally amped politic like the Kennedy clan
Whether we're in a tour bus or a van
We'll forever be fanned
It's said work makes you free
On the gates of Auschwitz
Same way 99% of y'all ain't about shit
I pull cards and call things as I see 'em
Fuck a glass house
Put you in a glass mausoleum
Then jump in the mosh pit
My presence is like when Satan is conjured
Or better yet, like Slayer in concert