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[Verse] I make music I consider a challenge Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin The only borough that was built on an island, woah You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors Niggaz still want beef than holla You think you bout it, get your piece and holla Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow? A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers Before they crashed and divided the towers I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up Niggaz back up, or lift us back up