[ Heavy Drum & Bass ] [ Enhanced Stereo ] [ Professional Mix & Mastering ] [ Intro: male street rap, eastcoast, flow switch ] [ pre-chorus: drop beat for vocals ] Allot of scars cover my cold bars, ( uh ) Spittin’ pain but dippn' love, chasin’ dreams on a planet between cold stars. [ Chorus ] ( lyrical lifeline ), My pen just a torch, to impose my goal, I'm just a lyrical lifeline, from a shattered soul, ( lyrical lifeline ) [ post chorus ] I ignite. that East Coast Life, them East Coast Nights. [ drop ] [ Verse 1 ] Just left Goodwill, I got 51 Cents in my pocket, ( yeah ) Buskin’ on corners, freestyles spark the rush. NYC dorm, catchin’ Z’s 4 Jay, I grind, but I find, trying to rap, and not be a gangster blows minds, kindly find me, more slick bars Hartford hustle, Style Points, keep it street, Bars ‘bout clockin’ shifts, dreams dancin’ to the beat. Late-night function, Biggie Blues, I’m smooth, Charmin’ ladies with flows, got ‘em locked in my groove. Queens come and kickback, so we LL Chill Day, Vowel-laced bars, shorty swayin’ from my yesterday. Manhattan club, I blaze, Busta Times, (huh) Rapid bars, walk in doors, into chronic haze. Newark cypher, Red Joker, spittin’ witty sparks, Punchlines lift the vibe, light the room through the dark. BK runway, Fabo Looks, draped clean, Fresh fit, sharp bars, livin’ life like a dream. Some holla love, I’m dissn' Jadda—all day, [ drop ] that East Coast Life, them East Coast Nights. [ pre-chorus: drop beat for vocals ] Allot of scars cover my cold bars, ( uh ) Spittin’ pain but dippn' love, chasin’ dreams on a planet between cold stars. [ Chorus ] ( lyrical lifeline ), My pen just a torch, to impose my goal, I'm just a lyrical lifeline, from a shattered soul, ( lyrical lifeline ) [ post chorus ] I ignite. that East Coast Life, them East Coast Nights. [ drop ] [ Verse 2 ] Providence grind, Bar Prodigy, I’m fierce, ( uh ) let my hunger pierce. Grimy bars cut deep, tales I say, Boston café, like I am Gonna Ghost, dont grieve lost love, lose my number just because, Bronx block jam, but I want Joey’s Fat burger Crowd-hypin’ bars, keep the barbecue hot. NYC squad life, Sheek Streets nights, Bars for my kin, hold it down on the road. Harlem circle, Big Lanes, blades that slash, ( yeah ) Clever quips spark flames, leave her pad in a flash. BK jazz spot, Mos Foes, cuz lies is they truth, Spit that city’s soul, where my verses unlock truth. Philly mic night, Tribe Quest, jazzy flow, Summer fling and bling bars, got the crowd and show. Same stage, Tail Lights, truth’s my aim, Conscious rhymes chase light, redefin’ the game. Staten Island vibe, Man’s Method, at my whits edge, Sharper bars, and faster cars, I pledge a dream. Queens bridge nights, Nas Said, streetlights’ gleam, my poetic crush, can make your heart dream. Long Island basement, Deep Mob, wonders why, [ drop ] that East Coast Life, them East Coast Nights. [ pre-chorus: drop beat for vocals ] Allot of scars cover my cold bars, ( ooh ) Spittin’ pain but dippn' love, chasin’ dreams on a planet between cold stars. [ Chorus ] ( lyrical lifeline ), My pen just a torch, to impose my goal, I'm just a lyrical lifeline, from a shattered soul, ( lyrical lifeline ) [ post chorus ] I ignite. that East Coast Life, them East Coast Nights. [ drop ] [ Instrumental Interlude ] [ smooth ending ] [ end ] [ fade out ]
