I took the L train, and came across a la la
taking an interest, eyeing up my bracelets
normally I'd chase this informally
but that was not the case
we talked about back in the day
break dancing while the radio play
With a tape deck full, and the cardboard to lay
I had a rap group, we were called “the Mad 4”
she was “meat is murder,” I was “head on the door”
Remember, Fist to the Dome, breaking in homes
mixed-suburbia was the place where we roam
we used two tin cans, not a cellular phone
and hating on each other, we would call it a joan

but its an easy thing to do
as I sit and talk to you
and while your records’ on the 2
she put her hand up on the 1

she got a pulling gun, being classy as hell,
liking stories I tell
I told her I was famous just for smashing the bell
That be the, crack in liberty, a smack and it fell
Can-it-be-the-energy to lead the track on the L
I could ride it all night, w/this dip by my side and so I did it
She’s was so cool I didn’t even wanna hit it
But then she took my lip and bit it, as her hands would start to fidget
and said “stop the train I’m leaving, take this record go and spin it,”
now I get it, and it was fine
cause’ it was Portishead track number 9,
“Only you”
And I could see she was poetic, feel this energy kinetic
That I would meet her on her street but it wasn’t Alphabetic
With the digits I collected I would see her again
Maybe freaking on the weekends even being a friend
I used to, run outta cabs, she got me leaving a ten
With a vibe that is strong and often leading to zen