Orange Water - GDP

To all my West-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

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 skyfield 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 is stag 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

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