[Intro]
Yo there is mad noise in the background
But its all good, let 'em get the feel
What? Aight
*Laughter
Late night up in the park
All I see is crescent moons, flat tops are all sharp
The shorties walk how they walk
When the calves hit the breeze, such a light, such an art
What a-
Alright train, we'll start this sh** again
Train in the background let's get it again
All praises due
[Verse 1]
Late night up in the park
All I see is crescent moons, flat tops are all sharp
Word, the shorties walk how they walk
When the calves hit the breeze, such a sight, such an awe
Big things, big things in the sky lawn
Its fried chicken, and some fries in the fly zone
A little beer to make it clearer where my eyes are
This is Bed-Stuy, this is South Bronx
Amen to breaking night
All the queens gotta glow, ain't no way to break that light
Its the same ole, never all plain though
Always on a high note, even if the plane low
Pour me up a drink slow, coverage for that intro
I attempt to mix that, I intend to expose
I intend to-, word
How you doing on this night with your neck froze
Nails all magnified, shoes on step stones
Loops on record players, style unflexed on
Thighs on percolate, looking like my next song
Break down popular, occupying oculars
The stars feel novice, they're rented by binoculars
If you that shorty, this that party
Three little birds, this Bob Marley all true
All new find groove
When you reach those feats with them same sized shoes
All tools, all lamps when we dance off blues
Let it out, do a bounce and release that truth
Side step with it, rep your set with it
Cash your checks with it, wrap your heads with it
My, my people on deck, my-
Its mad love all strength, time-
Has no business in this function
There's no back just a front lawn
Its all eye witnesses, and Soul Trains
Its all ba** bumping, and Coltrane
Its all mad smooth on a silk range
The same outfit can output such a big bang
Word, its such a big thing
All praises due