[Take 1]:
Just talked in fives
But the styles come in ten times two
Might come off as misunderstand-able
When I can never fall for a high
With the twenties too
I kicked off
So run me back
When you don't understand the Crew
Have you wondering why they called me Crew
The guy from 89?
Or I'm alone and two?
[Take 2]:
Asking Steve, "Yo, like school lunch trays, how you come with five sides?"
It's something personal or typical in the teenage juvenile
Or cause I'm a Cancer on the cusp of a Gemini?
[Take 3]:
Snatchin souls like ghouls
Kids with no more sole, like socks with holes in shoes
[Take 4]:
They telling me "Crew, you so sick man"
But I ain't feeling the blue like the Knicks lost again
Fast pacing like JetBlue over buff n***as buffering
Wa**up my man? I'm up my man!
You sleeping again. I'm winning again
With the beginning of the last of my friends
Like the Rembrandts, season 10
Like who needs quick fans in these NYC winds, I can
Quick hit fans with the semen
Or! Kick it with a mixed chick
Feelin' me, like Huey Freeman
It's ya boy, the oddly even Steven
Manning up like I'm on defense
No offense, lyrical flow coming in torrents
Offensive, public disturbance
Causing a ruckus and annoyance
A dick to everyone like David in Florence
With my friends is what you call it
It's the kinship
And my bad Japanese acquaintance
And my n***as going Super Sayan
Cause with satan
Got my n***as tainted
[Take 5]:
...got intimate easier than fly balls
Cause a n***a all online
Pa**ing by calls
Stressing they name
Now getting under browsed like eyeballs
And still vexed, still
Like Uncle Ruckus eyeball
And Steve spitting hotter than the n***a on the Fireball
This for the lost kids
Staying in their dimension
And my young n***as in stitches
Who never snitched like k**er dolls
They my realest
Be revealing when a n***a falls
But we never strapped down to a n***a draws
We just slug hit n***as in their jaw
Cause we're Islanders
Then we poppin tablets and all