The Island I'm From

[D-Shade]

Every Mont Real area, in sterea

Uh ha, uh ha, for every Mont Real area

Every area, universal on the globe ya know

Constantly I'm making moves with my committee

Y'all know the vocal infantry that's marching through your intercity

To crush down every reptile that aren't so agile

They're more like fragile

Living the fradulent lifestyle

The domicile, NDG, base of operation

Complete steps of creation with Choice and hit locations

Far and wide to make our status universal

Drop the grammar like a hammer

This kid's nice with the verbal

>From bouroughs internal, to international circles

This army's cornal (sp) keeping it heated like thermal

We official to the gristle

Forget the artificial

We hitting tracks with the impact of a scud missile

I'm often travelling from Sutton Square to Madison

To catch my feet through acts and talking about plans of actions

I stay lean off of Caribean cuisine

>From Rainbow, two doors down from the land of green

Dem cowbys from Texas bring their forces to the east side

Hook up on Saturday, we took it on the real ride

That's how we come together on some common ground

I'm sending love to Burgundy

Uptown and all around

{Chorus:D-Shade}

Keep all the real heads close

And all suckers on the run

Illuminate like the sun from the island I'm from

Keep all the real heads close

And all the suckers on the run

Illuminate liek the sun from the island I'm from

[Revolution]

Welcome to the Island, or sector

We're sweeter than nectar

Large like a million hectre

The location is North West hemisphere

Where the parties in the 80s had them swinging off chandilers

It's NDG, far from Fantasy Island

After Big Break '92 (what happened?)

A lot of crews fell silent

When troops used to sport click suits and Bally boots

I had black Nike socks and air shocks inside my travel foxes

For soccer games and the pool at Giraurd Park

Or tossing horseshoes with the dreads until it got dark

>From Prud'Homme to Grand, back to Elmherst

All those suckers who fronted

It must have hurt to have your realm burst

The whole world is closing in like tunnel vision

The numbers of MCs keeps steadily dimishing

Run through crews like ink through silk screen

The bomb is like napalm

Go get some burn cream

Stay calm, no need to pull your gun out

The SOC will bring the funks out to run about

So when you're done with that like attitude

Go back to the island you're from, show some gratitude.

{Chorus X3}

[D-Shade] (Revolution)

Mad shout-out to all the crews that are supporting that hip-hop out there

Wreck Hard Crew (what up, what up), Tactical Crew (yeah)

Obscure Disorder (yeah), all the mad DJs out there (bulding with the ?)

No doubt, hip-hop universal forever more

{Scratching til fad}