[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