Lyrical Breakdown of Long Island Degrees - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

It's Strong Island for real, where the critters run wild

The prefix is 5-1-6, the top of the dial

Through the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under

And across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin'

So when's it coming cause the Stakes Is High see big money that waves

Don't put the pen to my page

And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing

And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax

A New York demeanor, sit back in the Beamer

With nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes

Ignorin' the gazers cause some stars don't get petty

And that trash you talk is just New Year's confetti

It's like that y'all, but that's all gotsta change

Like some of my own, people tend to act strange

I'm making a scene, and it's served with its capabilities

So set it at an island's degrees

It's Strong Island for real, the diagnosis is supreme

The prefix is 5-1-6, where microphones fiend

The voices that gots the gift, cause the world is on their shoulders

Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders

The real proceed

My girl stands deep from Nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys

Characters have the tendency to con themselves

To think the East Coast is only New York to Philadelph

You know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork

And as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York

I ougtta say my fam calls me Merce

Steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse

It's like that y'all, let it all consume

Like them brothas who smoke, 'till they high like the noon

Soon to a town near you be them super emcees

Settin' at Long Island degrees

I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east

And get your bank roll spent

Bangin' dents out your systems

Turnin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston

But eyes closed episodes

Bring you back to zeroes

The same hero playin' like he Casablanca

Blind to it, but I'm a grind him up a cup of Sanka

Servin' dimes love on tennis courts and sorts

Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport

I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom

While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensils

The official color for this planet is green

Which grows in pockets of them people willing to scheme

Ain't no expose, these facts are from the mouth

Profilin' through Island with that wind from down south

At last, be the world broadcast from the crew who gave you 3's

Magic on an island degrees

It's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters

Night time excites time for the heavy hitters

Gang on hers cause in the meantime mine is home on date

Fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin'

'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky

I got questions about your life if you so ready to die

We on the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry

I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by

In the round one no nines my size can get swelly

Sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my fellas

We're wonderful like colorful flicks

Provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped

I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea

Of the island cause that island is the main artery

So uh, you better come and give respect or catch some of these

Knucks from the island degrees

Rap? It sucks, I hate it

In what particular way?

It just, don't appeal to me, it's, there's no... music in it

It's just niggas talking