Neon Lights - Natural Elements

I ask the questions that are beyond answers.

Catch me

Dancing with the stars like neon, Deion Sanders.

I’ve been

Gifted since I peed on Pampers.

This universe is a

Holographic illusion—do you believe in magic?

Me and my demons go at it like Larry Bird and Magic.

Should I

Carry birds through traffic or carry the weight of the world on my shoulders?

Now that’s a heavy burden to fathom

As my imagination expands and my thoughts travel

Through a stream of consciousness.

Life is but a dream, and it seems

We’ve been asleep so long, we can’t snap out of it

Talcum powder on my neck, fresh out the barber shop

Vintage kicks match my drip, I’m getting stopped a lot

For photo ops and various inquiries.

Anthony

Is gifted lyrically just like the symphony, but this ain’t ‘86

And my niggas, they lack sympathy, blast you ‘til

Infinity, wrap you up, no amenities.

If someone’s got it

Out for me, the galaxy has it in for me—what an oxy-

-moron.

There’s beauty in the symmetry.

Natural Elements

There’s divinity in the trinity.

I got that

Leroy glow, I illuminate spiritually like neon lights

Neon lights in the city that

Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.

Yeah, it’s hella gen-

-trified, but we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Under neon lights

NE-on days in the city that

Never sleeps, so you DOA.

Yeah, we dodging

Potholes, but we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Under neon lights

St. Lucia to NY without missing a step

When I was L-Swift and I wasn’t Swigga just yet

Playing baseball and football, but I’m swimming the best

Swigga Phelps hit the L, and I’m winning as well

Was addicted to cigarettes but I quit ‘em, and, yes

I’m still addicted to cess, but I’m thinking correct

Hmm, I turn my addiction into a mission statement

To make Swigga Sativa a dispensary favorite

Yes, straight from NY like the Knicks and the Mets

I’m a Yankees Stadium and a Mitchell & Ness

That hit the Northeast Bronx, and I chill and reflect

When I was sixteen with sixteens spinning on Flex

No payola involved, he just heard it and played it

As you should do with this if you’re trying to murder your playlist

How New York supposed to sound, NE for the win

From the beginning to the end and rebuild it again

Within…

Neon lights in the city that

Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.

Yeah, it’s hella gen-

-trified, but we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Under neon lights

NE-on days in the city that

Never sleeps, so you DOA.

Yeah, we dodging

Potholes, but we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Under neon lights

Lottery

Four-four, my number came, I almost fainted

Agu leaving this city graffiti-painted

Stick-up kid on the G-Train, nameplate belt buckle with the chain

Tongue-kissing your girl like I was Kane

Slick Rick with the eyepatch, jewelry, suit, and tie match

Pull a toolie out the Louis for beef that I catch

B-boy with gangster incentives watching renegades on life as

Black-and-white TVs with wire-hanger antennas

I’m ‘victing y’all.

Borough 13 Park, walk through the project halls

Hole in the wall, one exit, bullet holes in the lobby door

Pause tape demos.

Busy Bee with Lisa Lee

Rapping in a limo with some finely shaped dimples

Blunts smoked through gold fronts, watch their head blow

Voodoo tilted just like

Brooklyn, New Yorker for life.

Talk is contrived, draw

The knife under the neon lights, he ain’t gon' be alright

Neon lights in the city that

Never sleeps, it’s beyond bright.

Yeah, it’s hella gen-

-trified, but we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Yeah, we be aight

Under neon lights

NE-on days in the city that

Never sleeps, so you DOA.

Yeah, we dodging

Potholes, but we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Yeah, we be OK

Under neon lights