Ernie Isley - Craziest lyrics

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Ernie Isley - Craziest lyrics

Verse 1: Treach My thoughts are thundering, tumbling Sons of b**hes, switches, from yelling to mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory My an*logy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed With a chain representing penitentiaries From Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from Lifers, Rikers to Folsom Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow I'm abrupting construction a pumping a**umption You diss while your family say I'm the best sh** since f**ing Struckin behind an obstruction or turning something of nothing from Poor sh** to more sh** as I rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up Chorus: Jersey n***as are the craziest New York n***as are the craziest DC n***as are the craziest Philly n***as are the craziest LA n***as are the craziest Chi town n***as are the craziest Texas n***as are the craziest Utah n***as are the craziest Verse 2: Vin Rock My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff You get rushed, you get bust, you call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough - I'm puttin it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning My sk**s. n***as I been rockin since lee twillz And we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find thinking Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme Shrinkin The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the ma**es Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle cla**es They don't begin wit no lying professor They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser Lest a man should ever challenge the clan With thirteen years experience of rippin mics put in our hands Chorus: Detroit n***as are the craziest Miami n***as are the craziest Little Rock n***as are the craziest Oak Town n***as are the craziest Verse 3: Treach I got barbarians to bogard me in At a club that barred me when A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, f** that fly sh** wit the flavor ca shi Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit n***as snipe sh** so I'm on a knife tip Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride sh** If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump sh** f** astronauts I rock it And from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets Chorus: Cleveland n***as are the craziest Virginia n***as are the craziest Kentucky n***as are the craziest St. Louis n***as are the craziest Atlanta n***as are the craziest Maryland n***as are the craziest San Diego n***as are the craziest Seattle n***as are the craziest Boston n***as are the craziest Illtown n***as are the craziest Zoo Crew n***as are the craziest Jersey City n***as are the craziest All my Newark n***as are the craziest