The Departed (Intro)

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[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to The Departed Aasim The Dream a.k.a. The Answer Th-th-th-the evil genius, Green Lantern This a Grind Music presentation This a Bad Boy celebration I'm here, niggas South Jamaica Queens, let's go [Interlude: Jack Nicholson from The Departed] "You decide to be something, you can be it When I was your age, they would say, 'You could become cops or criminals' Today what I'm sayin' is this When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference? This ain't reality TV!" [Verse] Uh, lifе started with tears, I departеd my cares Always harbor my fears from the slums to top of the stairs Brave the bitter, prayin' God would save a sinner The streets raised the winner, mics made a brazen killer I got a lifetime supply of struggle in me And learn to make a dollar double off a couple pennies This combined with knowledge makes me a wiser prophet And a movable object, you get in line to stop it Empty pockets make a villain think murder Think about a bigger count and never think about it further Word of mouth is the south got New York under pressure But here without a doubt's a hurricane'll change the weather You featherweight in statue, not a number one contender You rapper dudes is faggots and could never change agenda I seen the flow bender, in and out of zones, never in it From South Queen, my mouth bleeds, though I'm never injured You sweat bullets, Glock 9s disrespect you And let you, understand I'm the wrong man to step to Fuck a foot in the door, I step through the venue Look at the food for thought and change the whole entire menu I don't gamble but bet you whatever I start, I end you The messenger I send you, death on a platter bless you After the laughter, you gon' cry puddles And can't a nigga dead or livin' match the madness of Aas' trouble Aas' Ali you see 'em lookin' gorgeous Defyin' all conformers far surpass your unimportance For all my unenjoyment, every day I was unemployed with Nothin' to live for in a sense a day I was dead Weight on my head like the thorns stuck in Jesus's Gutter my thesis's, so wait for me to make this bread The first installment you learned just how to spell my name The second chapter reels you in so you could feel my pain [Outro: DJ Green Latern] This is a motherfuckin' invasion The Evil Genius, Green Lantern