Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forerunner Foray, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Date of issue: 28.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Forerunner Foray |
| Now you could feel all the tension |
| Building up at the convention |
| As the hustlers began to arrive |
| Must have been 9000 or more |
| That came through the door |
| The time was 11: 55 |
| There were pickpockets and dope peddlers, murderers and thieves |
| Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves |
| Bank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps |
| One more blaster for the streets |
| (hey) |
| I was born on the understanding |
| Stars slung 'cross the heavens |
| Some might call uneven |
| My kind call 'em leanin |
| Bitch boy, pistol aimin' |
| Black star, minds are schemin' |
| Fulfill all our dreamin' |
| That’s what’s up this evenin' |
| Extra vacant bangers |
| Brim broke chain swingers |
| Space cake horse race AK that nigga lame |
| God smile on me favours, baby caught the vapors |
| Magic golden purp running like the filthy lakers |
| Self saviour cream chaser in my ride later |
| Crack baker super real just like '88 was |
| '92 and '92, in '92 we grinded thru |
| I was there, you’re a square |
| These do not compare |
| If I’m there in the square you should come and stare |
| Bring her too, learn a thing or two how a king’ll do |
| Off the cuff, fill my coffers up, pop my collar up |
| Gunheat to these gunbeats she gone stir it up |
| Black stallions pull my chariot |
| My heart’s broken (swag) |
| Time travel fast and far to the last ocean |
| Punk potion, pimp pirate pushin' plush prose in |
| Curtains closin' |
| You ain’t knowin' he was just posin' |
| Map clonin' that’s a no-no where I be rollin' |
| The leads hot how I pop, see now that’s a cold one |
| Constellation roll-call it’s a style sport |
| Winners take all, holler black for the straps report |
| We respect Mohamed, peace be upon him |
| Connecting with the pirates |
| I know where to find it |
| These niggas shot Cyrus |
| I’m the icest, wait up on the bottom on some fly shit |
| Priceless, but down there at the top I can’t find shit |
| Every time I rock it’s a tongue-kiss |
| E.H. |
| Starling, forerunners and a punk fist |
| Shout out to the B C C C constellation OC, can’t stop stop KD |
| Triple M ra ra C and KB |
| Bro bro solo though Shaheed stay free |
| Yung beat find heat where the cake be |
| Yung Ike all night with that boy Pete |