Yo, yo, yo, yo

Report, report, everyone report in

That's right, it's magic

It's magic like the three

But yo, don't ever get it misconstrued

when you see us coming through with them Day-Glo colors

Lyrically, we run it all day

So if you throw it towards us

we gon' run it back (yeah, let's go)

(Hey, hey, what we doing?)

Long Island (long Island)

Long Island (long Island)

Long Island

It's the birth of a team here to clean up the turf (yeah)

And the worth of the dream is to change the regime

And the lean that we lay with the words that we spray

With the way that we teach y'all to act (run it back)

With the poems, with the dice

and the songs that we slice for the plate (long Island)

Earn the weight and the height

and the pawns with the price (yeah)

With the men, never mice

when we on the device of the mic, never that (run it back)

Pop a rap on the line and the math

of the signs that we make be the cake

that we stack on my grind (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm a one of a kind and the one

from the vine of the grape

where you heard I'ma cap (run it back)

Man, it's the thing that we hang 'round our neck

like a chain, it's the piece of the pain

At the least, it's the lane

that my flow travel down (long Island)

And the sound be the rock cocaine

to the brain on the track (run it back)

Overdue with the new and you beg

for the brew that we stirred

And we heard that you don't have a clue how it's made

It's the boom to the bap

like the full in the paid that put Ra on the map

(ayo, my nigga, run it back, keep going)

We the sons of the beat and we stay on our toes (yeah)

With our feet exposed to the con to the crete

'Cause our ears in the street and our minds in the stars

Man, y'all know who we are, tucks and Pat (run it back)

That's what I'm talking about

Nassau and Suffolk County, we up in here

But we gon' take it on over to Queens

To my brothers in the Bridge

Who's about to run it back

Oh, there go De la

And there go Nas right there, ayo

Ayo, there go Jungle right there

Ayo, everybody, get back

Everybody, look out

Look at the God

Let the God through

Let my brother through

Unsmackable, half of you laughable

You won't be photographable

if I have to run through half of your crew

I'm only tryna get smarter

like Five Percenters at parliament

in Harlem, rep the bottom (run it back)

Not the bottom like the bottle of snake

wine with a snake still in it

We sip and see if it takes time to feel it

I'm speaking to buildings, ghetto tenements, the militants

No suburbia privileges (run it back)

From the rap, it's no wonder that three's the magic number

Add me to that number, that's four

The fourth Bee Gee

the fourth ZZ Top member, the fourth Fugee, who me?

I fantasize musically when it's suiting me

As wild as the '80s, '90s and '00s

how it was sick, how did it slip?

Now it's just Doechii, dot and SZA with most powerful hits

Leon Thomas, Shaboozey with the country rap

Only Black artists on top of the charts

something's wack (run it back)

Not only love and only Black, don't start with that

The problem hatched, probably

with Napster back in '99, in fact

Was Nas deprived from getting diamond plaques?

He cries inside about it, never, he just runs it back

Okay, everyone

I know your heartbeat is running fast

after running it back, so let's slow it down

Take a deep breath in

Now take a deep breath out

Is that (what is that?)

weed smoke I'm smelling?

(Yeah, yeah, damn, that smells good)

Ugh, anyway, let's prepare to take our mind to the next song

Salute, salutary, and salutations

And don't forget the vocalization