Kurt Hazard - Uniondale Avenue lyrics

[Intro] Yeah... Mic check I dedicate this one right here This one right here goes out to my hometown of Uniondale Long Island I'm talking east side, west side, north side I don't give a... South side I don't give a f** You repping any part I the dale than stand the f** up! Yea Put ya hands up Put ya put ya put ya hands up (2x) East side stand up n***a West side stand up n***a Everybody stand up n***a Check it [Verse 1] My name engraved into the concrete Of the streets where I was raised to be a nazi Too complex to copy Choppy sloppy flows they throw but I'm boxing like Ali Throw bodies into the back seat of my Audi Depict me a kamikaze your best efforts couldn't stop me If I put the mic down America dies of hunger I'm striking the world like thunder so other rappers take cover Watch me put a bullet to you from one cheek to the other I'm winning so check the numbers and k**ing these motherf**ers The action I'm packing is more heat than Miami in the summer I lay my sh** out on the table but the sh** collapses My mind corrupt with malice Twelve months a year I promise to bring the march madness Rapper? Nah I consider myself an artist and these beats are my canvas Elaborate with every stanza Making love to the planet In the cut chilling with three hoes like I'm Santa I'm feasting f** table manners grab a mic man I dare ya I'm put to sleep by what on the radio gets me bananas Lies and false images it's all a bunch of propaganda Rapping unethical for me is perpetual and professional You could f** yourself like as**ual That gang talk from a private school kids is theoretical Rappers' music to me is like p**y to a h*mos**ual It's my world this is my time this is my place Keep it trill hit a G in a week, I go for one day Start as nobody on Monday to an icon by Sunday Lose a couple firends by hump day but I'm hoping that one day I could die a hero with my words impacting the country [Break] Yea Run it back ozzy [Verse 2] f** that I'm going worldwide My dreams since I was 9 was to bust a rhyme Tour the nation and watch my money multiply Stultify my critics my Glock sing them a lullaby A student of the game but I'm sounding like an alumni Sounding like I'm a veteran Shock the world like epinephrine Games tied like shoelace my mind is a deadly weapon Yes I threaten no deception keep it 307 In a studio session I sent 11 n***as to heaven Mind state of a savage warrior raps Get ya euphoria smacked If you a G where ya warriors at Spit fire like a skateboard I'm explosive like a claymore This venomous emcee is predicting rain like a slayer The young prodigy Is dropping the illest sh** constantly Allocating bullets to my enemies subconsciously My subconscious is more powerful than conscious of prophets Combination of words and the hooks are catastrophic But back to the topic That sh** I gain I pray I maintain I'm put my heart and soul in a verse to keep me sane But they tryna stop me, they tryna margin my lane Throw dirt on my name but today I'm declaring myself king Ill separate ya body from ya liver toss it in the river f** these n***as discriminate like I own the Clippers My competition gets the jitters when I spit just a little k**ing n***as I don't even gotta pull a trigger Keep it trill bro Said I be on the low tho with the strap don't get clapped flip a n***a in slow mo At the moment we staying local till our sh** is in the daily postal Get busy make money until we going global Exhaust the ink my pen My words too much to comprehend Grab the led from a pencil and then I start writing again Was a blessing since conception and k**ing in adolescence Leave rappers a misconception without even a question My story's only begun I climax on chapter one There's no stoping this young k**er until I am number one n***a...