Giants Stadium (feat. Q-Unique)

Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen, Cypress Hill & ACDC too. Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang Fan, She was chillin' with Diddy During "Motherless Child" She wild out & showed us Her titties. Sign of the Black Mark, Digital triple six cash cards. Devils clashing with Ansaars, Bitches grabbin' their tampons. I have to thank God For the places he put me, Or rather for hip-hop & the places it took me Aim at the game, Hit the scoreboard With the sawed off. The Warlords, trying to recite what I write Could cause your jaw to fall off. Flow is unique, Speak to the people. My flow is the street Words are the traffic lights & my soul is the beat. My discipline is like walking on hot coals with your feet. My confidence is like what you feel When you're holding the heat. But, you don't need ratchets to validate the fact That you're great. But watch ya mouth, I'm old school, You'll get cracked in the face. Its Farragut Road, Trapped in a code, My fingers numb from baggin' up coke. I'm stranded on a planet of chrome, in the jungle. Where the cannibals roam Spazzin' with ratchets at your dome, Creepin' up amongest assassins of the soul. (2) I'm a Brooklyn beast, Bringing honor amongst crooks & thieves. Fill the bong and lets cook these trees, Hear the words of a murder fanatic. Blastin' with a black ratchet, I'm a Burner mechanic. I'm here with Howie's nephew, Together we connecting the dots. We at Giants Stadium in the executive box, In a constellion of rappers, I'm the top star, Super Bad McLovin shootin' a cop's car, Yeah we're all loading the clip & filling the heat. But nah y'all aint killing the street like ILL & Unique, Spit venomous shit like a Coiled snake king And grab the cash in your safe Behind the oil painting. Runnin though New Yourk's mazeof blocks, Blazin' glocks and Decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox. The Fox 5 Newsroom, where my sanity dies, Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy. The Black Yankee fitted over the black doo rag. The black banana clip thrown in my black schoolbag. My memories of Lafayette High, When I walk between the Coney Island thugs and The Mafia ties.