The Departed (Intro)

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to The Departed
Aasim The Dream a.k.a. The Answer
Th-th-th-the evil genius, Green Lantern
This a Grind Music presentation
This a Bad Boy celebration
I'm here, niggas
South Jamaica Queens, let's go

[Interlude: Jack Nicholson from The Departed]
"You decide to be something, you can be it
When I was your age, they would say, 'You could become cops or criminals'
Today what I'm sayin' is this
When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?
This ain't reality TV!"

[Verse]
Uh, lifе started with tears, I departеd my cares
Always harbor my fears from the slums to top of the stairs
Brave the bitter, prayin' God would save a sinner
The streets raised the winner, mics made a brazen killer
I got a lifetime supply of struggle in me
And learn to make a dollar double off a couple pennies
This combined with knowledge makes me a wiser prophet
And a movable object, you get in line to stop it
Empty pockets make a villain think murder
Think about a bigger count and never think about it further
Word of mouth is the south got New York under pressure
But here without a doubt's a hurricane'll change the weather
You featherweight in statue, not a number one contender
You rapper dudes is faggots and could never change agenda
I seen the flow bender, in and out of zones, never in it
From South Queen, my mouth bleeds, though I'm never injured
You sweat bullets, Glock 9s disrespect you
And let you, understand I'm the wrong man to step to
Fuck a foot in the door, I step through the venue
Look at the food for thought and change the whole entire menu
I don't gamble but bet you whatever I start, I end you
The messenger I send you, death on a platter bless you
After the laughter, you gon' cry puddles
And can't a nigga dead or livin' match the madness of Aas' trouble
Aas' Ali you see 'em lookin' gorgeous
Defyin' all conformers far surpass your unimportance
For all my unenjoyment, every day I was unemployed with
Nothin' to live for in a sense a day I was dead
Weight on my head like the thorns stuck in Jesus's
Gutter my thesis's, so wait for me to make this bread
The first installment you learned just how to spell my name
The second chapter reels you in so you could feel my pain

[Outro: DJ Green Latern]
This is a motherfuckin' invasion
The Evil Genius, Green Lantern