The Further I Get, The Further I

I'm The Young City Bandit, Hold Myself Down Singlehanded For Murder Raps, I Kick My Thoughts Alone, Get Remanded Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne I'm Deep By Sound Alone, Caved Inside In A Thousand Miles From Home

Man, Me And Biggie Were The Biggest Artists In New York. When He Passed, I Was So Messed Up. My Attitude Was Messed Up About Him Dying. There Was An East-west Thing Back Then, And I Was In War Mode.

I Don't Have Time For The News Clippings. I Got My Own Mission.

True In The Game, As Long As Blood Is Blue In My Veins I Pour My Heineken Brew To My Deceased Crew On Memory Lane

New York City Is Full Of Great Spaces. The Best Spaces Of The World Are Here. This Is The New Europe, Where The Settlers Came And Busted Out Their Ideas And Put It Down So There's Nothing But Great Space In This Great City.