Artist: Homeboy Sandman Album: First of a Living Breed Song: 4 Corners Typed by: artist/label (taken from digital booklet) [ VERSE 1: Homeboy Sandman ] New York stories and vignettes I'm still yelling out front, they ain't let me in yet CSI: Criminal Intent If you make the wrong left or right someone gon' write you a chin check Feeling froggy? Leap, or find you a princess Try to get you a kiss, light you a incense Heaven sent, but move secular in a sense Boy Sand on the set, protecting the innocents I'm just listing the rules Supernatural, international without enlisting no mules Bros and sisters tryna convince me I should listen to mutes I be missing at the mixer, I be missing the muse Tell you the truth Holding rallies in the allies how we rally the troops We know all the chutes and ladders, ain't a badder platoon [ CHORUS ] So lemme hear applause for the 4 corners Of course The chorus for the 4 corners 4 corners [ VERSE 2: Homeboy Sandman ] I'm not an X's and O's coach I just go for the throat I just go for broke That's my only approach Can't hold me, I'm like the holy ghost Holy smokes Rolling stone Where papers are supposedly for rolling stoags I'ma roll these scrolls Metrocard or paying these tolls, you gon' pay these trolls Has anybody heard of Tony Robbins or Joel Olsteen? That's a Hell nah, cats are tryna blow off steam Notebooks without subjects, just random work In knapsacks that are subject to random search That's how the coppers work Since ain't no one the coppers serve I be the Papa Smurf They'll have my family in the paddy wagon after improper search And have the dragon breath and need to pop a Certs [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Homeboy Sandman ] It's hot enough to catch a tan under grey skies Cradle to the grave, it's all relayed through the grapevine Even though I wonder if the bomb-sniffing canines Gon' meet me at the pearly gates I'm having a great time Catchers in the rye beware the batters that steal signs Best to grap a Whopper, sit and watch it in real time Cameras all on the wildlife Zooming in, zooming out Move 'em in, move 'em out Rawhide I wake up in rush Can't afford to take a second, keep forgetting to brush These girls be out already naked enough Remind me of that reggae record "Tempted to Touch" My mans be never up for breakfast and lunch In his crib be all you see is Dr. Pepper's and blunts Kept his lady though she covered up his pecker with bumps [ CHORUS ]