Maseo
 It's strong island for real  where the critters run wild
 the prefix is 516  the top of the dial
 trhough the L.I. Sound  to the villa down under
 and across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin'
 so when's it coming 'cause the stakes is high
 see big money that waves  don't put the pen to my page
 and ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing
 and spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax
 a New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer
 with nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes
 ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty
 and that trash you talk is just New Years confetti
 it's like that y'all, but that's all 'bout to change
 like some of my own, people tend to act strange
 i'm making a scene, and it's served with it's capabilities
 so set it at an island's degrees
 Posdanous
 It's strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme
 the prefix is 516, where microphones fiend
 the voices that gots the gift, 'cause the world is on their shoulders
 makein' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders
 the real proceed
 my girl stands deep from nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys
 characters have the tendency to con themselves
 to think the East Coast is only New York and Philadelph
 you know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
 and as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
 I ougtta say my fam causes commercs.
 steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse
 it's like that y'all, let it all consume
 like them brothas who smoke, 'till they high like the moon
 soon to a town near you be them super emcees
 settin' them Long Island degrees
 Maseo
 I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east
 and get your bank roll split
 bangin' dents out your systems
 sellin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston
 but eyes closed episodes
 bring you back to zeroes
 the same herp playin' like he Casablanca
 blind to it, but I'm a grind him up a cup of Sanka
 servin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts
 laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport
 Posdanous
 I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom
 while others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil
 the official color for this planet is green
 which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme
 an't no expose, these facts are from the mouth
 profilin' through Island with that wind from down south
 at last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's
 magic on an island degrees
 Maseo
 it's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters
 night time excites time for the heavy hitters
 gang on hers 'cause in the mean time mine is home on date
 fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin'
 'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky
 I got questions about your life if you so ready to die
 we in the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry
 I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by
 Posdanous
 In the round one no nines my size can get swelly
 sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly
 we're wonderful like colorful flix
 provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped
 I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea
 on the island 'cause that island is the main artery
 so uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these
 knucks from the island degrees