I am an island underneath the setting sun In an ocean that is churning For all I know there might be nobody nearby Still, the world it keeps on turning
This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear? fear is an emotion what is death? Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm dangerous
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue Already know the island I'm from And y'all don't want no problems with them We got a history, full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Already know the island I'm from And y'all don't want no problems with them [Genius/GZA] We got a history, full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
in the night, I let your soul fly So high that I never touch ground Make it so your bodies never found Another Unsolved Mystery Looking for some nobody
[Kool Keith] The date - summer, August 25th You was transferred from Riker's Island to Attica State Prison Gina, Thompson I told you you shouldn
colours? Sky blue, black, violet Favourite season? Spring What's the place you most Want to visit at the moment? Mmmmm...the southern islands Strange
The Breakfast Creek Hotel is up for sale The last square mile of terra firma gaveled in the mail So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines No amount of
a pity Islands in the sea Islands in the sea Islands in the sea Islands in the sea Forever, islands in the sea Forever, islands in the sea Forever, islands
the sea now for over three years And the unbelievable things we've found and seen, No man can write. Things like the discovery of the Purple Pearl of Pinoche, The mysterious island
Imagine a place you can always escape to An island off the coast of nowhere A new destination of your own creation Just waiting till you choose to go
got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss Of the Mobb killing is like an 'Unsolved mystery
' Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin Poor preachers I waited for hangin' Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily The 6-6-6 mystery
one you believe Sleeping in poppies, lost in the forest Out of the sky, into the sea, Disappear under here pulled by the tide Give me an island; I am an island
(INTRO) there's a lotta folks down at the island that follow that astrology some got a chart of the heavens and some got a fancy degree but me I
that alcoholics are always alcoholics Even when they're as dry as my lips for years Even when they're stranded on a small desert island With no place
somewhere in the southern hemisphere There could be room for all this love Where they've saved a place for innocence And what is still mysterious And
