Ghetto Life

[Intro: Sample from The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (1974)]
Caz Dolowicz: Who are you?
Mr. Gray: You’ll find out if you take another step
Caz Dolowicz: I’m warning you, mister. That’s city property you’re fooling around with
Mr. Gray: That’s just too fucking bad
Caz Dolowicz: Why didn’t you go grab a goddamn aeroplane like everybody else?
Mr. Gray: ‘Cause we’re afraid of flying. Now I’m telling you: stay down or I’ll shoot your ass off [?]
Caz Dolowicz: The hell with you. I’m coming on board
Mr. Gray: I warned you, stupid

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
I’m chopping trees like a lumberjack. Run that number back
Brooklyn Ac’ all on the map like an almanac
Your whole form is wack—I’d never fall for that
I pack these vocals on an ordered track, surrounding you like tourist traps
And rushing/Russian you like Gorbachev. Your whole order’s trash
As my poets bash your head, so they laugh from the store to that
So the path I traveled on ain’t on chariots
My rhyme carriers. You’ll get steamed like asparagus
In need of a therapist. I’m a crazy lyricist
With vocal fetishes. You’ll get spilt on like beverages
In telepathic messages, my mind surfaces. My whole
Fucking purpose is to stay splashing like orcas is
My metaphorphosis transforms—I turn offices
To sausages. Sucking my joints like [?]
Of course this the Metaphoric sorcerer, conjuring choruses
Astonishing audiences, disorient your fortresses

[Verse 2: I-See-On]
Adamantium frame pop clips—one in your brain
You get 35, I get 35—we one and the same
When I die, they’ll smoke an L in my name. Who’s to blame?
They exchange, we exchange, leave ‘em holding the change
But me, I’m laying back in the cut like a car seat, yo
I wrote my first verse to my heartbeat
Bitches, you’re nothing but bubblegum and heart meat
And my life was like a flashlight to these dark streets
Ayyo, psychotic thoughts flash, rivers of blood follow my warpath
Soldier fortune: dying to flow, waving a white flag
Just like that, in milliseconds, my life flashed
Young niggas die fast, body armor in die cast
For me, I ain’t had no attention, so watch my life pass
Rewind that, watching the rise to my climax
To rap, I’m like a terrorist act the way I hijack
The federals’ll never have traces to keep my line tapped
And getting sidetracked just wasn’t for me
For me to surpass this shit is something to see
Going from 1993 Honda Accord SEs
To the L-E-X-U-Ses in sets of three
My recipe be heavy weaponry
Busting HKs and AKs at GS3s
You know who we be. Niggas coming up from these streets
Whether on TVs or CDs, the same old G’s
Ayyo, dirty merchants suck venom out of a serpent
SKS rap flow—100 rounds per word spit
Every kid want to do what Icon had first did
Verses so long that our verses hit universes
Churches, curses, hearses are even worthless
Oral orgies with Medusa made my nerves twitch
Satan’s choir swing pitchforks and shit fire
Time bombs with five seconds and six wires

[Hook: I-See-On]
It’s just a day in the life in the streets where we roll
We keeping the code—the untold is deep in my soul
Ghetto life, where we roll deep, Arabian nights
Look into my eyes. You’ll find yourself in another world

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
I got a rap. I gotta get it off my chest
Scorch your vest, take a flick of your tortured flesh
Cut off your breath like an asthma patient. Damn the nation
Filled with Satan’s Masons. I fight for ancient natives
Whipped on the slave ships by racists with metal faces
Europe’s pagans, Christian cavemen
Get greeted with pistols blazing
I take the form of a crippled raven
Fly through the sky crooked with a wing dislocated
I got hip hop locked, stocked, barricaded
Told you “It Was Over” for you “Wack Emcees.”
Now I’m with Makin’. Brooklyn Ac’ clap MCs
And stack that cheese since ’83 A.D
D thoughts made me with hate and bravery
This industry amaze me
Rhymes are fly ladies. Rise and cry, babies
It’s crazy. I’m a weed, deep-rooted. You’re a daisy
Acting shady, draped in red satin, sipping [?]
The force of my thoughts’ll cripple Hades, cut off his horns
Dip him in gold, rock him on the figure road, then stroll
Through Brooklyn bold. Let the story get told
You only live once, so God, please save my soul
The ghetto life got me cold in an alleyway, reciting scrolls
Covered in mold. Bodies decompose on the side of the road
Foes die like a wilted rose. My skills compose
Some of the deadliest lines you’ll ever know

[Hook: I-See-On] (x2)
It’s just a day in the life in the streets where we roll
We keeping the code—the untold is deep in my soul
Ghetto life, where we roll deep, Arabian nights
Look into my eyes. You’ll find yourself in another world