Letras:
A Broken Island

bus stop) There's panic when the snow drops (snow drop) You blow a ton, to have some fun Like anyone, like anyone Welcome to my land, this broken island

try to say that that's a diss, I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch That was just as bad as

invisible, to me, is irrelevant I know your heaven sent, straight to the virgin birth Gave me a second chance even after man's curse A third, a fourth, a fifth, and a

under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence

is after us, vest on my back Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin A hail

DO IT THE SAME BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM [Chorus] "Touch it - bring

to my friends when I found a fine beat cos I like to play a rhythm where the rhythm plays me play it all day on a balcony above the street where old

island where the Cubans meet the Haitians [B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination [Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you

you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record My verbal