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Date of issue: 10.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Orange Water |
To all my West-Orange delegates |
Elephants lit, front row yelling shit |
You are now rocking with the gods of the metropolis |
Illadelph HalfLife where the Brown Bombers Pitch |
Comparable to nowhere |
With the bounty on Essex County |
Dont go there |
We’re pumping haze, been a deadly game, anyway |
Ask me, «How often do I smoke weed?» |
(Everyday) |
280 would get bombed and buffed |
And bombed again before the paint could even dry up |
In Jersey where the air is like mud |
You couldn’t think of a nicer place to get mugged |
There must be something in the water in West-Orange |
That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit |
In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs |
Essex County — America’s armpit |
Long before John Crawford was on the junk |
And Division East enterprises was on the up |
I put five on the puffs to the cottonmouth |
Got me so dry that my voice started dropping out |
Dont forget the bullybox |
Who spit it back and forth |
On the benches by the skyfield basketball courts |
Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty |
The question wasn’t «Can we succeed?» |
but «When we do |
Will we maintain true to the path we paved |
And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?» |
I would smash forty bottles |
So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile |
Nowadays, shit I used to say is stag after hours blazed |
Inspire the next wave |
So when I’m backstage |
Taking elephants to the face |
I know that other kids are drinking at the benches underage |
There must be something in the water in West-Orange |
That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit |
In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs |
Essex County — America’s armpit |