Shades Of Culture - The Island I'm From lyrics

[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 s**ers on the run Illuminate like the sun from the island I'm from Keep all the real heads close And all the s**ers 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 s**ers 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]