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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 Can't 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 I'm wired Don't know what to do when he fired up Strut up with the mutts through the fire AARON: Yo Wik what's going on man? Talking to A That's 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 one train, bagel with locks 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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania