Last night we all got pretty pissed and climbed up a future bank skyscrapers steelframe near Liverpool Street. Yes the big beautiful one. We just jumped straight over the main gate and walked up the temporary stairs in the unfinished building. We made it all the way to Level 28, probably being the only people at such heights at 4 AM in a 9 million city.
It was beautiful, we were all up there had an amazing view and a feeling that we are owning London. Its nice how you can temporary own something so locked up and protected. Everyone was scared that we would get busted, but the guards didnt show up anywhere. In this climate of psychological repression by terror paranoia you would normally never dare to do such thing, but yet its still possible.
It was great, empty and neon lit mini-skyscrapers are the most beautiful thing and a real “the world is yours” experience.
As long as discoballs keep turning
As long as the bass keeps pumping
As long as clubs keep existing
As long as cars keep racing
and girls keep dancing
As long as raytracers keep tracing
As long as data keeps flowing
As long as code keeps running
As long as the screen keeps glowing
As long as the switch keeps blinking
and the upload keeps going
As longs as loops keep looping
As long as paints keeps flowing
As long as trains keep rolling
As long as the night keeps falling
and the sun keeps rising
[prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official queensbridge murderers
The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
And keep them shook crews runnin
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
Youre in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you itll be your very last time breathin
Your simple words just dont move me
Youre minor, were major
You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player
Dont make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshotsll make you levitate
Im only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It aint nothin really
Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I dont know, go figure
Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldnt choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Chorus:
Son, they shook…
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
They shook
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds…earn funds
Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones…shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one…shook one
[havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life
Aint no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You dont know me, theres no relation
Queensbridge niggas dont play
I dont got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat
But youre scared to hold
And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you dont want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I dont fake that kid
Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin
Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal
And once I get on ima put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin
Cause Im creepin
Chorus:
Son, they shook…
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(hes just a shook one)
They shook…
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)
They shook…
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook…
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds…earn funds
But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones…shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one…shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who aint got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money
41st side (hes just a shook one)
Keepin it real (you know)
Queens get the money…
