To all my Wet Orange delegates
Elephants lit, front row yelling shit
You are now rocking with the gods of the metropolis
Illadelph HalfLife where the Brown Bombers Pitch
Comparable to nowhere
With the bounty on Essex County
Dont go there
We're pumping haze, been a deadly game, anyway
Ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?" (Everyday)
280 would get bombed and buffed
And bombed again before the paint could even dry up
In Jersey where the air is like mud
You couldn't think of a nicer place to get mugged

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There must be something in the water in West-Orange
That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit
In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs
Essex County - America's armpit

Long before John Crawford was on the junk
And Division East enterprises was on the up
I put five on the [??] puffs to the cottonmouth
Got me so dry that my voice started dropping out
Dont forget the bullybox
Who spit it back and forth
On the benches by the Staggfield basketball courts
Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty
The question wasn't "Can we succeed?" but "When we do
Will we maintain true to the path we paved
And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?"
I would smash forty bottles
So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile
Nowadays, shit I used to say [?] after hours blazed
Inspire the next wave
So when I'm backstage
Taking elephants to the face
I know that other kids are drinking at the benches underage

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