Lyrics:
White Rose This Avenue

now were meeting up, your keeping up, its all the same way home, now were sippin up and trippin up i wont go this alone, stand by me and walk this way

And plus when I bust, it's the stuff of legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You'll be runnin' like a herd of caribou down Myrtle Avenue Where

a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff of Legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You be running like I herd of caribou down Myrtle Avenue There

the tube station. I crossed the street and headed into virgin territory, I had never been this way before grabble Dutch houses alternative with square 60s offices and the white

a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff of Legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You be running like I herd of caribou down Myrtle Avenue There

weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff of Legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You be running like I herd of caribou down Myrtle Avenue There

the tube station. I crossed the street and headed into virgin territory, I had never been this way before grabble Dutch houses alternative with square 60s offices and the white

have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker I'm in there like swimwear Oh yeah No diggi And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ??? Zunga

s gone by the time this song is through the streets she only knows by name of dead white men who rose to fame by slitting every throat along the way she transcends the avenue