The Boulevard Slaine (Ft. Blacastan, ILL BILL & Sean Price)

[Intro: Slaine & Blacastan]
That's 2011 shit
Hip-Hop is still alive in the flesh
Emcees...
The fuck, man
I like that old bullshit
When the MCs came to live out the name
And to peform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
You wild Slaine, you wild, you wild

[Verse 1: Slaine]
I was sort of sicko, I'm psycho, slightly insane
Stick a nickel bag right in the pipe, lighten the flame
Ditch a motherfucking cab, steal a bike in the rain
Wipe it out on the train tracks, I ain't right in my brain
Put the skull in the scully, put the bully in boulevard
Smoke Kool-ies with Julie, suck me off till I'm fully hard
Blow a load and wipe it off then give it to Jenny
She can suck it soft for me, bust a nut with the semi
Any occasion, I'm staying for days in a Days Inn
Cocaine and liquor and a bunch of Caucasian
Women who want food stamps and raising children
In project buildings they know my rhymes, it's amazing
The white trash king of the corner, the block bastard
You fucking has-been, you been dead, you got blasted
I'm still alive I'm making history built
Like these bitches in the media, they're pissed at me still
I blacked out a couple years and ended up in the flesh
I ain't catch a case I bought mad new kicks and whips
Got two bank accounts and them shits is fat
Now I'm the mouse with the cheese 'cause I tricked the trap