Orange Water

To all my West-Orange delegates
 Elephants lit, front row yelling shit
 You are now rocking with the gods of the metropolis
 Illadelph HalfLife where the Brown Bombers Pitch
 Comparable to nowhere
 With the bounty on Essex County
 Dont go there
 We're pumping haze, been a deadly game, anyway
 Ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?" (Everyday)
 280 would get bombed and buffed
 And bombed again before the paint could even dry up
 In Jersey where the air is like mud
 You couldn't think of a nicer place to get mugged
 There must be something in the water in West-Orange
 That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit
 In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs
 Essex County - America's armpit
 Long before John Crawford was on the junk
 And Division East enterprises was on the up
 I put five on the [??] puffs to the cottonmouth
 Got me so dry that my voice started dropping out
 Dont forget the bullybox
 Who spit it back and forth
 On the benches by the skyfield basketball courts
 Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty
 The question wasn't "Can we succeed?" but "When we do
 Will we maintain true to the path we paved
 And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?"
 I would smash forty bottles
 So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile
 Nowadays, shit I used to say is stag after hours blazed
 Inspire the next wave
 So when I'm backstage
 Taking elephants to the face
 I know that other kids are drinking at the benches underage
 There must be something in the water in West-Orange
 That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit
 In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs
 Essex County - America's armpit