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Tape_001
00:41
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ESTEBAN GIGANTE
03:29
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Esteban Gigante, build a bridge you can call me
And I'll be right there to fight, look at all thee
People who came to salute,
wasn't a fantasy we just don't filter the truth
Call it a man to be, though it was fun just rapping then...
But I was feeling the vibes of what's happening
I mean...Birds started flying, people started dying
Shit got real, but ya mama wasn't crying
I guess she was being strong,
I wrote a song... trying to explain the wrong
His name is Ill WIll you might know him from Nas
I was the little homie right behind them guys....
*Hook*
Esteban Gigante, Big Steve what he called me
Big chips like the finals , in the hall we were hooping
Shit like the stairs out of bounds, but we were losing,
trying to keep our heads under crowns
Life moving, moving....with or without us.
He felt the game was rigged and they all suss.
Try to navigate a crooked path. Do the math...
I could of been a sociopath...
*Hook*
Esteban Gigante, taco meat Belafonte.
Little hair on my chest sipping Andre.
Went to school to be a better man,
A better than, a better plan , see better land.
See I was moving smoother than, a Quiet Storm.
Trying to disrupt the norm. Call me a Prodigy or Manchild
Nas was reaching out, Senior year in college I'm too close for backing out.
Acting like snob, snubbing invitations.
Avoiding pulling up, blaming education.
Nas was gracious and nothing but real.
But talking to him just, reminded me of Will.
*Hook*
His name is Ill Will, you might know him from Nas.
I was the little homie right behind them guys.
Park jams was like fire works to young eyes
I would take, what I heard and saw to Bed Stuy.
I can't lie, I've lived a blessed life.
Ups and Downs, but still around breathing despite...
Life's a bitch trying to cancel, a Poor Black Man.
The past is just a lesson to forge that plan....
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Tape_002
01:06
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Bench to the Turtle
01:49
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Collecting bucks for my B Day, Crack in my jeans, hey
Y’all know the struggle woes, so I’m a play my role
Second bench, hood trench, hear my favorite song
Out the radio, lunch spot, come with me to Wongs
5 Wings, French fries. Salt, Pepper, Ketchup
Flexing in my ACGs, y’all better catch up.
Chain swinging like pendulum, y’all know the vibes.
They looking at my fit, but I just keep my eyes on the aggy.
Mad we running the block, since
The candy factory, and breaking the locks.
Now we, top of New York, my crew love thorough
Serving this side of QB, we got the bench to the Turtle
By 40 16, Vernon bully. My building.
Queensbridge murders, make a killing.
But I'm chilling, willing to clear any static
92 is mine, world premiere Will-matic
Project benches, we flexing
Bullets missing us by inches
Day and life, of a Ghetto henchman.
Coming off my stretch, call me Ill Will
Make it sound like a movie but it feel real.....
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Tape_003
00:26
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Will Do
03:22
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What I won't do, Entertain your bullshit but confront you.
I'm feeling kind of triggered, so I will warn you.
Ask yourself the question what would Will Do.
Probably Kill you.
Probably slap the shit out of your mouth is more accurate.
You a lame, tuck your chain or he'll snatch the shit.
Hidden Brain, social media games.
People talking out of turn making idiot claims...
We on that get off my lawn type of time.
That Old Head, I said what I said type of lines.
Men of character, go tell Ya life on Twitter
But I ain't mad at Ya, I lead my life as a spitter.
You know, sometimes, Exaggerate things.
But now I really know why the caged bird sings.
Slave to your Tweets, hungry for a mention.
Until we pulling up with a different type of tension.
*Hook*
Now what would possess, a grown man to confess, undying love for my cousin.
Groupie Niggas be buggin.
Lurking in my DMs, Vegas can I holla.
Peace to Ya cousin, follow for follow.
Listen to my new tape, the shit is Illmatic
I heard about the story the shit is so tragic.
Facts, I'm like.....What these weirdo niggas really want
To cling to a story, and being so blunt
See, it's somewhat like, a fantasy to fans.
Queensbridge is just like a magical land.
With chipped tooth Nas, MC Shan, Marley Marl
Tragedy and Havoc, Mega and more.
Don't forget Ill Will, it had to be the best.
But if you from the hood it's relatable stress.
Practice to say less, I don't mean no harm,
but all I care about is my family being gone....
*Hook*
I can be a little rude, a little condescending
I truly understand, your looking for confessions.
Like What really happened, who was right there.
I can tell this much, I was upstairs.
Peace to Jungle and Nas for keeping Willie alive.
Our path, forever changed the day that he died.
A better place, a better life
It's what we all wanted, but we had to fight.
And by the grace of God we still here.
I really held back these lyrics for many years
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Tape_004
00:45
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The Hill
03:05
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(Chorus) We declining but we gotta keep climbing..
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Some people live for the dream but scared of the reality.
In 40-16, walk in his Bally's...See
We trying to avoid the Valley of Death...
Looking around, just trying to see who's next...
Like, Fiends and Pregnant teens...Social services knocking
...hide the triple beam...put the rocks in a stocking
It's like everyday Hood shit...
Project development, we never get the good shit.
(Chorus) We declining but we gotta keep climbing...
Up the Hill and, hope that... we don't fall down.
But how a Black Rose gone grow in Hallowed Grown.
Most of us, had... to live without a father
Instead of valuing life, we'd rather be a mortar.
A cool nigga, but he dead now.
You's fool nigga, don't keep ya down.
You's a King who deserves a Queen and OffSpring.
A man should indulge in the truth that life brings.
By all means, we starting at the bottom
Looking for options, and wonder if we got em.
My faith ain't strong, I'm feeling like I'm boxed in.
What I'm a do with no food in the pots, and...
My baby crying, and she need to eat...before me
my sacrifice is street glory.
But I'm headed up North instead...
12 kicked the door in. two in cuffs one dead...we losing.
(Chorus) We declining but we gotta keep climbing...
May 23, 1992
I want you to know, we still miss you.
You still here with us, we all went to college
And passed the torch to expand the family knowledge
Houses and Salaries, who'd of thought
The dream became reality, because we fought
For better days and hey, none of it was easy
If you told me back then shit, I wouldn't believe me
It's been a long journey, but know that we are worthy.
I dedicate this verse, to Aunt Versie.
She persevered through some dark days...
And still raised your brother, deserved all praise...
Amazed by the ground we've covered, I scream Yes Sir
And gaze at the clouds embraced by ancestors...
Guide me through the- path- I- face..
We top of the Hill, until- we bow out with grace....
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Tape_005
00:34
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Impeach Vegas Pt. 2
02:52
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Santa Claus ain't coming to town, we don't got a fucking chimney.
Got high instead, blew the whole fucking stimmy.
Gas and boarding passes to islands.
Put it on the gram, niggaz was wildin.
I'm from the era of no smiling.
Middle finger at your camera,
Used to be Peace signs, but damn bruh
Why you spitting so serious
Nah, my food for thought make a fat boy delirious.
Call me Vegas, never ending like Atreyu
Who Tried to play the game but the game tried to play us
Calm under pressure, apply pressure to peons
5 heartbeats but my blood cooler than Leon
Little characters, speak in all caps.
Groupies on my dick, follow on all apps
My catalog, pull up it's all Smack
Hold it down though, and keep your battle raps
*Hook*
Call me Vegas, so glad to finally meet Ya
Another project with Kil and no features
No blood offering, illuminati
No Gun talk, drug sales, odes to John Gotti
Excuse me, I'm just a educated lad
Just like you, grew up with no Dad
Grew up mad, sometimes we had till we didn't
We A-alike, but my hustle is mad different
Like Horsepower, Bad Boy... like a Piston
Since 1994 I'm the Chef in the Kitchen
Catch what I'm pitching, hunid mile fastball
Who the hell is he, exactly what you asked for
I put bars on you eulogy, if you was me
You wouldn't need steps on who to be.
Vegas for President, Hip-Hop approve me.
Brooklyn Bred, call sign...brutally.
*Hook*
Walking to the G train, my stop Queens Plaza.
BK to QB, hanging with my Plasma.
My blood.... my family, my love
Big homie hold me down from the skies above
We out here living hip hop, I call it bug.
Been afflicted for a minute, I'm eternally sick wit it.
Sicko mode...control the trolls, I ain't lying.
The louder they get, the more I kill em with the silence.
Science and Math, Liquor and Hash
Toking on cigars without breaking the ash...
It's symbolic, to my path through college.
Avoid the dumb shit, become... philanthropic.
Never stop it, the beat....write the bars before Kil drop it.
Imagine Vegas out of pocket.
Bar after bar till we back together...
Until then I say Peace...ILL WILL FOREVER
*Hook*
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Tape_000
01:55
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