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"Long Island Degrees" is a track by De La Soul, from the album Stakes Is High, released 1996. The track is 3:27 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about De La Soul.
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It's Strong Island for real, where the critters run wild The prefix is 516, the top of the dial Through the L.I. Sound from the Ville to 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 relax And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax A New York demeanor, 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 gots 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 It's Strong Island for real, the diagnosis is supreme The prefix is 516, where microphone's fiend The voices that gots the gift 'cause the world is on their shoulders Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders The wheels proceed while girl stampede From Nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys Characters have the tendency to con itself In thinking East Coast is only New York and Philadelph' And know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork And as for we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York I ought to say my fam calls me Merce 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 'til they high like the noon Soon to a town near you be them super emcees Set it at an Island degrees I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east And get your bank roll spent Bangin' dents out your systems Turnin' coins to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston But eyes-closed episodes, bring you back to zeroes The same hero playin' like he Casablanca Blind to it but I'ma grind him up a cup of Sanka Servin' dimes love on tennis courts and sorts Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom While others rhymes pale and 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 exposé, these facts are from the mouth Profilin' through the Island with that wind from down Douth At last, be the world broadcast from the crew who gave you 3's Magic from the Island degrees It's Strong Island for real where the critters smoke fritters Night time excites time for the heavy hitters Gamin' hers' cause in the mean time mine is home on bait Fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin', ain't no debatin' 'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high than the sky I got questions 'bout 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 When around unknown eyes, my size can get swelly If sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my fellas We're wonderful like colorful flicks Provide a thread and needle every time them stages get ripped I grip upon the pleasure, sippin' the tea Of the Island 'cause that island is a main artery So, um, you better come and give respect or catch some of these Nuts from the Island degrees Rap, it sucks, I hate it (Oh, in what particular way?) It just don't appeal to me, it's There's no music in it It's just, you know, niggers talking
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