2001 - the year we made contact. Still have no clue where Jake Lamada got this dope piano from. This song strikes so many chords within me. It just has that vibe that makes me think of those rainy days in Brooklyn - looking out the window, coffee in hand, smoke in the background. Cise fits perfectly on this track.
Pulled Quotes:
"Style's unpredictable like rolling dices/ My girls got name like Kim and Isis"
"Walk cold streets with heat/ Raise the temp fifty degrees"
"Turn raps into Olympics/ Carrying rap's torch/ Let the lyrics blow like heat/ Heads begin to scorch"
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