on an island trying to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky and puerto rico ireland manhattan chimed in by him every place i been cant replace my hiding place where i arrived in give you a taste of the pace on this island little giant little defiant really a riot spew the saliva lived with the jews man a upper west sider mixed in the stew and he tired shout carlos man also a writer shout stop also a writer it s the truth i admirer chill with my boo how im wired dont know what to do when he fired up strut up with the mutts through the fire aaron yo wik whats going on man talking to a thats my og gave me my name must been 13 first hit him with game said rap about you so i spit bout the train decade later wik you goin sit and complain damn come on man what do you like i like the 1 train bagel with lox crushing the mic i like the sunset on the hudson look at the light he looked at me like right why you still pouting ain t listened kept listing what i was about and aight aight aight i like sunday dinner lounging posted at the crib kids clowning change for the bus scrounging city park kids running through the fountains man i like the mountains aaron mountains my man ain t no fucking mountains in manhattan
['alternative hip hop', 'boom bap', 'underground hip hop']