Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names With the skyline on it with the box link chain I'm wearing my frames They match my gear with their tint And you know Lagerfields is the scent Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top "Strictly Business" is the album that we play "You're A Customer"; the pick of the day Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly approaches the window.. "Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more I was the one bearing the pitcher of water I rent the large upper room Furnished with tidings of your doom Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree." Yo Ralph is he talking to me? "No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected I'm the solstice of the day I bring news from the blues of the Caspian" My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double' "Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea And sound waves as I will Will you allow me to be at your service?" My man Ralph is nervous. He believes That this strange tounge deceives And maybe he's been informed that He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats Come on Jack, we don't have time For your bullshit or playin A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother? I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the gates of Atlantis we stand Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands on the plow till earth till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run And they run towards the light casting love on the winds As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning But I'm a pupil of his sight The wheels are spinning Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains Of a parched Somali village Red dusted children danced shadows In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry