Forerunner Foray

Lyrics

[Intro: Lightnin' Rod sample] "Now you could feel all the tension Building up at the convention As the hustlers began to arrive Must have been 9 thousand or more That came through the door The time was 11:55 There were pickpockets and dope peddlers, murderers and thieves Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves Bank robbers, burglars, boosters, and pimps..." [Refrain: Palaceer] One more blaster for the streets One more blaster for the streets One more blaster for the streets One more blaster for the streets One more blaster for the streets (Hey) One more blaster for the streets (Hey) [Verse 1: Palaceer] I was born from the understanding stars slung 'cross the heavens Some might call uneven, my kind call it leanin' Bitch boy – gets to leavin' Black star, mine's are schemin' Fulfill all our dreamin' – that's what's up this evenin' Extra vacant bangers Brim broke, chain swingers Space cake, wars raise, AK that nigga language God smile on me favours, baby caught the vapors Magic golden purp running like the filthy Lakers Self saviour, cream chaser in my Rod Lavers With crack bakers, super real just like '88 was '92, in '92, in '92 we grinded through I was there, you're a square – these do not compare If I'm there in the square, you should come and stare Bring her too, learn a thing or two how a king'll do Off the cuts, fill my coffers up, pop my collar up Gun heat to these Gumbys, she gone steer it up [Interlude] [Verse 2: Palaceer] Black stallions pull my chariot My heart's broken Time travel fast and far to the last oceans Pump potion, pimp pirate pushin' plush prosing Curtains closing, you ain't knowin', he was just posin' Mack clonin', that's a no-no where I be rollin' The lead's hot, how I pop – see, now that's a cold one Constellation roll-call, it's a style sport Winners take all, holler black for the strap's report We respect Mohamed, peace be upon Him Connecting with the pirates (Reach and you'll find...) I know where to find it These niggas shot Cyrus [Interlude] [Outro: Palaceer] I'm the icest, wake up on the bottom on some fly shit Priceless, but down there at the top, I can't find shit (But garbage) Every time I rock, it's a tongue-kiss E.A. starlet, forerunners and a pumped fist Shout out to the BCCC (Constellation),  O.C., Cat and Stas, 'Dai, K.B.  Triple M, Ra-Ra, C.N.K.B Bro Ro solo though Shaheed stay free (Shifting within the space, it's been spoken – trust) Dougie find heat where the cake be Yung Ike, all night with that boy P El's peeps, Fonce...