Long Island Tap Water (Kiln freestyle)

[Intro]
You know, it’s crazy, you had Double Negative, you had Diabolic, you had Aesop Rock, you had R.A. the Rugged Man all grow up within like 20 miles of each other. Can’t deny this shit, man. Long Island is a crazy fucking place to live. Bunch of fucking maniacs. There must have been something in that Long Island tap water

[Verse]
As a kid, I was a little punk, loud mouth, little runt
Literally living off of Swisher blunts and other pick-me-ups
Collecting with the rest of the litter by the river front
Reviewing riveting revelations meant to riddle us
And since then, been an uphill battle like Sisyphus
I won’t sissy-fuss, I put in work for every minute punched
Almost went to prison once from a swinging fist
That he didn’t duck, which led to hospital beds and missing fronts
I never listened much. Shit, I still don’t
But I know the deal—that’s why I only build with real folks
My life story is a tree branch through my wheel spokes
I base it loosely on some 80’s movies that I still quote
Long Island Rail Road heading east, third-to-last stop
Mishaps and have-nots and bolt-cutters for the pad locks
(“Let’s get wild as fuck ‘til we’re getting chased by mad cops”)
I’m like, “Sure, sign me up. Where do I put my Hancock?”
A 40 and a blunt was our mascot
On some John Bobbitt shit, we were running around half-cocked
I was a Great Bambino with a Sandlot
I’m killing ‘em, Smalls, playing baseball with your mailbox
Never hit a Riverhead jail cop, but I’m not frail
Cops tail in high trail, but thank God I got bail
I will not fail, I’m Long Island like North
Shore soccer moms with their Xanax and vodka cocktails
Before I got the mic or ever learned to rock it right
I was a young G, trust me, the Dundee of pocket knifes
One false move, y’all fools got a slice. See, I
Follow Christ but more closely resemble the Sodomites
I’m not alright, it comes down like an avalanche
I get depressed when I think of regrets and shattered plans like:
Back in school, I had a crush on Carolyn but lacked
The balls to talk to her even when I saw her without her man
So I’d lose myself in a local arcade
But couldn’t shake the scars made on my heart with that harsh blade
Forced to endure such a sharp pain, walking a road
That’s part paved, but the other part was a dark cave
I was bitter as shit ‘cause I told myself the worst lies
Like, “I could Nissequogue River this bitch and turn tides”
Standing there with hurt pride on a rusty Huffy, trying to
Bunny-hop the curb side but failing on the first try
It was more than endorphins that brought him to this place, a
Board and some grip tape ‘cause it was boredom to escape
It’s important to risk-take ‘cause all of the mistakes
Prepared him for a long life of falling on his face
Fancy this: I roam/Rome the Empire like Cassius
With a band of transients redefining what a family is
Everlasting happiness, spliff-passing, acid hits
Planning my journey didn’t land me on a gurney or an ambulance
Running ‘round the scene like we little green Martians, hope they
Take Monopoly money and vouchers for free parking
Weed-sparking, security dogs keep barking
Three cartons up my sleeve as I flee from the flea market
To get a 40, that’s where my brethren headed shortly
Cypher-bound to leave a bed of severed heads before me
On the better edge of glory but they’ll still portray you
‘Cause there’s a foul call/Falkor to this Neverending Story where
Daddy’s money makes these faggots popular
While I was in a sump with a blunt and a pair of binoculars
It’s how we got the drop on ya, now you got your rod beamed
And gunned, shot up by the Starter Jacket Mafia
Running up in these street wars barely armed, my brethren
Never needed weapons to do you fairies harm
I was either home jerking, working on these hairy palms
Or freestyling with Lou and Andre behind your local dairy barn
Making Mice of Men who try to contend with my temper
Rhyme expert slash habitual line-stepper
Sick part: we took hallucinogenic mind-benders
Right before we explored the Kings Park Psych Center
Before kids had to wear them silly biker helmets and
Social media left the entirety of their life embellished
I have felt it, don’t know if I should tell it
Popping handfuls of psychedelics until my fucking eyelids melted
All I have to say: don’t ask me why I laugh this way
Bag of haze at The Bluff to catch the last of the sun’s passing rays
Suffolk’s finest with his badge displayed tryna throw
Cuffs around me for how I spend my Suffolk County Saturdays
For some reason, I seem to get lost inside the past
That wants his ass, getting high on my private stash
Never did my homework but I murdered a final draft
Then go and light a doobie off the Bunsen burner in science class
I was a mastermind, I thought I told y’all
Skipped class to get ass and make it back in time for roll call
Magnum marker fame, tagged my name in an old stall
Neighborhood survivor shot, hiding rocks in a snowball
We would party ‘round the clock, don’t know how to stop
‘Cause they came back with an 18-pack and an ounce of pot
Product of a wild youth, you should childproof them power locks
Eggs, shaving cream, and batteries in a flour sock
First base was okay, third base was Disneyland
Wondering how much titty he could fit in his little hand
On the way to the city as we divvy through these shitty plans
Twelve dudes, one blunt inside of Thompson’s minivan
Never a follower, I ran in front of the dumb flock
And whatnot at the bus stop, bunch of pot in my lunchbox
Wasn’t from the hood, first time I heard a gunshot
Is when Jay put one to his head, squeezing then the fun stopped
Blood everywhere, let that shit stain the wall
Of the Smith Haven Mall—that’s where the kids came to brawl, then
Robbie ratted on Pras, and that shit changed us all
Should of known he was bitch-made before that bitch made the call, but
Fuck it. Used to puff Dutches and punch suckers
Then run up in cum-dumpsters, thank God for that one rubber
Some fun loving young fuckers before us Lost Boyz
Had our life-force drained by these corporate bloodsuckers
Life pulled a switcharoo, it’s giving him the blues
Like the ingredient that indicates a kid is pissing in the pool
I took part in the wild shit that kids will do
That’s why I get nostalgic every time I pass our middle school
I ran with a pack of crackers mad as hatters, turning
Every random factor into a laughing matter, that
Genuinely exuberant brand of laughter, but when
I try to recapture the source, it feels forced and manufactured
I need food for the soul, I know the recipe
Dumb high, taking a blunt ride with Nicole and Stephanie
Behold the reverie, it’s like this whole song
Is my inner child playing ring-and-run with the present me
It presented me with a bunch of pride that I ain’t swallow
And asked, “Why is an adult I can’t follow the same model?”
Never mind, it leaves my brain boggled
Tryna recapture lightning for the second time in the same bottle
But I forever rep the home front, treating
You geeks like loose leaf, you can get a hole punched
I shouldn’t of been left alone much
There was something in that water that made my brethren go nuts
I never been a stepping stone once, I’m still
At the flagpole, that asshole’s yet to show up
Catch me repping the 90’s like a set of gold fronts, my inner
Toys “R” Us kid, singing, “I’ll never grow up”