South Bronx. - Scienze

Yo there is mad noise in the background

But its all good, let 'em get the feel

What?

Aight

Late night up in the park

All I see is crescent moons, flat tops are all sharp

The shorties walk how they walk

When the calves hit the breeze, such a light, such an art

What a-

Alright train, we’ll start this shit again

Train in the background let’s get it again

All praises due

Late night up in the park

All I see is crescent moons, flat tops are all sharp

Word, the shorties walk how they walk

When the calves hit the breeze, such a sight, such an awe

Big things, big things in the sky lawn

Its fried chicken, and some fries in the fly zone

A little beer to make it clearer where my eyes are

This is Bed-Stuy, this is South Bronx

Amen to breaking night

All the queens gotta glow, ain’t no way to break that light

Its the same ole, never all plain though

Always on a high note, even if the plane low

Pour me up a drink slow, coverage for that intro

I attempt to mix that, I intend to expose

I intend to-, word

How you doing on this night with your neck froze

Nails all magnified, shoes on step stones

Loops on record players, style unflexed on

Thighs on percolate, looking like my next song

Break down popular, occupying oculars

The stars feel novice, they’re rented by binoculars

If you that shorty, this that party

Three little birds, this Bob Marley all true

All new find groove

When you reach those feats with them same sized shoes

All tools, all lamps when we dance off blues

Let it out, do a bounce and release that truth

Side step with it, rep your set with it

Cash your checks with it, wrap your heads with it

My, my people on deck, my-

Its mad love all strength, time-

Has no business in this function

There’s no back just a front lawn

Its all eye witnesses, and Soul Trains

Its all bass bumping, and Coltrane

Its all mad smooth on a silk range

The same outfit can output such a big bang

Word, its such a big thing

All praises due