Queens Blvd Pt. 2 Songtext
von Homeboy Sandman

I stick wit it
Fully equipped and quick witted
I don′t listen to lip from no critic
No kidding
I ain't tryna say no lies
But I am not God
I ain′t trying to save no lives
Like mines
Used to be was looking for like minds
Found a lot disoriented snorting up white lines
Lot of sorry story endings soaking up white wine
Had me triggered till I figured Imma just write rhymes
I'm the guy that siphon the Atlantic to fight fire
I'm the guy that know the mathematics to write PI
Laying on the prairie while I stare at the night sky
Pattin′ people on the back and tellin′ em nice try
Because the Incas and the Mayans were a trying bunch
They tried to kill me tryna fill me with Hawaiian Punch


The ones that never do or die do not want you and I in touch
Soon as they thought that I was dying they was buying brunch
I'm TNT though, I′m ET though I be phoning home
I ain't no chicken I ain′t choking on no chicken bone
I leave the honey that's manuka in the honeycomb
I could be staring at Medusa and won′t turn to stone
But yo regardless of your camp you know you fam of ours
I'm at the opera wit the phantom rockin' camouflage
I keep it real, I know the deal, i deal a hand of cards
I′m in demand, I′m never mad, I put a man on mars
I could be older than methuselah and young at heart
You ain't gon′ never find me workin' I′m a work of art
I know the time that isn't covered by the clock
Nobody ever thought I was an undercover cop
I′m not a herb I only speak the word of God
Not here to burn and crash or pull a calf or pull a quad
But rather pull up on than pull a con or pull a card
Queens boulevard