See The Light - Dj Kay Slay, AZ, Raekwon

More Than Just a DJ, hip hop ain’t dead

Some of you niggas ears is just fucked up

AZ, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

You know the rhetoric, top tier predicate

Stare, so whatever, shit, nigga, I’m a delicate

Do it for the hell of it, Brooklyn is the heritage

Home of the thoroughest, fully autos never miss

Call me the mellowest, murdering, verbalist

Ride through the turbulence, with la on the purple scent

G posture, bum rocker, gun cocker

Without the skully, I’m gully, sonny, a young Hoffa

Come papa, a kid left stunting

Homicide is nothing, I’m E.F. Hutton

Graze, gutter the grunting, days slayed are slumping

Twin K’s, either way, compadres is dumping

Cuffed up, or something, the buck of C’s and bumping

This Drama King thing, while you ding-a-lings is munching

Rae, Ghost & A, Street Sweepers’ll slay

BK, Staten Island, Manhattan, but hey

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

Straight out the bushes, yo, from Lefrac to Bushwick

Blowing kush, catch him in buildings, sting him like cushion

High powered eagles, circulate through spots like needles

Bumping and grinding, and jetting the diesel

E-classes, feeding the masses, so much hash on my land

I had to power down and cop three tractors

Living luxurious, glorious, super deluxe hustlers

This is why we stay notorious

The emperor, call me a kings mentor, spent off the real

Money’s real estate, now repent war

Crime, taxes and axes and bulletproof pens

I’m bout to get an ice glove like M. Jackson

Alpine, gooseneck systems, Calv Klein

Build blast '88 niggas who kill fast

I represent the planet of real masters

Park Hillian flashers, kill you for the will or to build action

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

Take me to paralyze her, drag him to Carolina

If he don’t talk, stuff his mouth with the pacifier

Put his brains on his cali', make him feel the fire

Flame broil his lips, guns is lows for the appetizer

Honey roast his nuts, throat cut, leave that faggot dick like a broke dutch

Look like he woke up, bang him a cal, hanging him now

These semi autos almost took off half of his head, yo, this is Staten Island

Stay smiling, cake piling, watching our glucose

Repping forty’s and brown bags, dipping from blue coats

Catch the G-Unit on a new boat, flicking it up

With new ropes, choppers banging, banging new Ghost

Applying the pressure, I bet you the K and the A will stretch ya

Leave your host, something holy like Mecca

This is real talk, blood sport, battery action

Mixed with rat poison, you punk faggots hurt, hand me your fucking package

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light

I will take my time in the bushes, right

Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right

He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light