Islander Lyrics - Wiki

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An island trying to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky and 

Puerto Rico, Ireland, Manhattan chimed in by him every place I been 

Can't replace my hiding place where I arrived in 

Give you a taste of the pace on this Island, little giant, little defiant 

Really a riot spew the saliva lived with the jews man a Upper West Sider 

Mixed in the stew and he tired 

Shout Carlos man also a writer, Shout stop also a writer 

It's the truth I admirer chill with my boo how I'm wired 

Don't know what to do when he fired up 

Strut up with the mutts through the fire 

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Yo Wik what's going on man? 

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Talking to A 

That's my OG gave me my name 

Must been 13 first hit him with game 

Said rap about you so i spit bout the train 

Decade later Wik you goin' sit and complain? 

Damn 

Come on man what do you like? 

I like the one train, bagel with locks crushing the mic 

I like the sunset on the hudson look at the light 

He looked at me like, right? why you still pouting? 

Ain't listened kept listing what I was about and 

Aight aight aight 

I like Sunday dinner lounging 

Posted at the crib kids clowning 

Change for the bus scrounging 

City park kids running through the fountains 

Man I like the mountains 

Mountains? 

My man ain't no fucking mountains in Manhattan