The Verb - Alone In The Lower lyrics

[Verse 1] See the monster's silhouette in the doorway Dealers never dry, get wet right in broad day My aunt and uncles smoked cigarettes in the hallway Tell lies to kids, face light up like Broadway Tell hoes "let's get to business, we could skip the foreplay" Me and 3 of 'em, call it fatal four-way And you ain't seein' em, k**in' em's my forte Like Matt in Chicago, ya holla bravo The motto is simple, the leader you must follow And bow to your highness; if not, you minus Hip Hop, the finest; Verbal be the one Light my herbal with the sun and smoke it til I'm sky high Now we in sync, tell em babies bye bye Shoot the gift, think it's a driveby when I ride by Such a fly guy, shine bright enough to blind eyes Use your other senses to try and sense this Rap you defenseless, never stop, so relentless The memory is fading but don't forget this [Hook] She left through the door, so I guess that it's over I write this alone in the Lower Carry my city on my back with a chip on my shoulder I write this alone in the Lower And everyday is war, all my n***as are soldiers I write this alone in the Lower And the nights gettin' colder, try catchin' me sober I write this alone in the Lower [Verse 2] Keep a few that I trust, even fewer that I love My father's junior, same wit & humor Came with the future, the past still intact though With wrath how he rap flows, the Ave where the Macs blow For math, just add dough; Cheese AKA cash flow La**o the demons, spray the semen, pray for it to miss Black book: if you hate, you on the list The game just foul so I'm flagrant with the hits Have faith in the Devil, and always fear the Lord Cause the Devil work serious, the Lord work mysterious You awestruck, delirious, as is everybody else Please not Verb, try anybody else The headboppin' won't stop as long as I rock Came from the bottom of the Lower now I'm gone to the top Dance on water, aura: Sodom & Gomorrah, now drop The author of the horror, slaughter, to the altar you flock [Hook] Yeah, peace to the Lower East Side; 6th Borough Love to all my n***as that rome these streets My son Cgod The MadScientist Gee up in here, Pipeline My son Thimon with the Thour Shooter Steve E-Crack, Emil Best; What up my n***as? Yeah