: Alone, isolation. An island So far from the nearest sign of life No ones is coming, No one is coming Settled in a made to measure place Why are you
Alone, isolation. An island So far from the nearest sign of life No ones is coming, No one is coming Settled in a made to measure place Why are you dragging
tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold
And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if some
staying in We're on an island in the sea We're on and island we never leave We're on an island in the sea We're on and island we never leave Well
I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island
What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent? What if you could really sneak a Uzi on the island
daughter a memo, left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blowing into limbo, he spazzed on
We have an A.P.B. on Starks and Trife the God We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue We was frozen and I brought an iced out Trojan
ol skool style Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c Lets seewe got a couple of new additions Sumthin new age We got little john on the d-r-u-m-s get
Second hand smoke when you breath Remember what I told you always believe You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild Travel the world on nine cloud screaming
't no body jocking the shit, use an open-toe sandal, just flip-flopping it. Here's one for your play list, "Suck my motherfucking dick". 1st single, you can wait on
up, fuck it And you heard Rell, I do worst than foul They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials We deserve to style, walk on Persian tile On the island
never done Maybe talk to the fishes, maybe have some fun Maybe shake my pale fist at the angry stars While I dance a jig under the eyes of Mars When we get to an island
says Carefully removes his fez "Am I hearin' you right?" And as the yellow fog is liftin' The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor She passes him on
the eye and I So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated No man is an island but I often feel
lets go, come on come on come on, let go It fueled my fire higher, it took me higher higher, up and up and up lets go, come on come on come on,
