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Lil SkunkE featuring Big Pun (spray the block)

Hip Hop,male vocals

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LiL

Oct 23, 2025

Lil SkunkE featuring Big Pun (spray the block)

Hip Hop,male vocals

Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Skunky]

South Side night, cold chrome glow

Lil Skunky move slow — we spray the block

(Ad-lib: Spray! Spray!)

[Chorus: Lil Skunky — tight chant]

Spray the block, lock it down (Spray!)

Night go cold, we own this town (Spray!)

Hear the sirens, feel the drop — 808 pound

Spray the block, spray the block — keep it locked now

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Skunky — low, measured]

Concrete breathin', eyes on the corner sign

47th to 63rd, where the headlines line

Step soft, step heavy, cadence like a clock

Pulse with the city — we gon' spray the block

[Verse 1: Lil Skunky — stoic, Shyne‑like persona]

Night coat buttoned, collar up against the wind

Englewood corners whisper names of men who didn't win

Streetlamps halo, breath fogs, footsteps sync with the kick

808 heartbeat, sidewalk glass, the city write in rict

I move like a statute — calm, measured, never loud

Nicknames on stoops, mothers fold prayers in the clouds

I count the alley echoes, the taxi lights split the dark

Steel tucked under winter coats, each breath a mark

Triplet steps on cracked paint, windows show a silhouette

Two-block radius, turf flagged like a coronet

Hustle taught me geometry — angles, timing, no surprise

Eyes on the corner store sign, where loyalty dies

Smoke from a barrel, neon flickers, a prayer in chalk

I step, I aim, I speak with silence — we spray the block

(Ad-lib: Locked)

[Chorus: Lil Skunky — chant]

Spray the block, lock it down (Spray!)

Night go cold, we own this town (Spray!)

Hear the sirens, feel the drop — 808 pound

Spray the block, spray the block — keep it locked now

[Verse 2: Big Pun — super‑lyrical, dense multis, Bronx grit]

Bronx-born thunder, gutta grammar, slang‑shot splinter

Parkchester pavement, heavy breath, lungs winter

I govern verbs like borough boards, syllable artillery

Heat in my couplets, mortar lines — lyrical artillery

Pelham Bay to Fordham, I mark maps with metaphors

Split competitors corroded, catalogs of broken doors

Flow hydraulic, verbals flood, I crush concrete seams

Ink like gunpowder, rhyme schemes detonatin’ dreams

Internal grenades, multi‑syllable corridors I roam

Bruckner exit fury, my cadence make it home

Couplets carve corners, every consonant a clip

I flaunt funeral pyres for foes who trip on their script

Heavy is the crown but I'm lighter with the trigger finger

Stacked bars like bodega racks — fresh bread for the winter

I spray the block with pen smoke, night city takes the oath

Punisher prose, I close the gap — I put ghosts on coast

End with a boom, thunderbeat syncopated shock

Bronx pride, Chi nights — together we spray the block

(Ad-lib: Pun!)

[Bridge: Call & Response — dynamic contrast]

Call: Night fall — the corners talk

Response: (We move silent)

Call: 808 — the heart will knock

Response: (We keep violent)

[Chorus: Lil Skunky — final chant with ad‑libs]

Spray the block, lock it down (Spray! Spray!)

Night go cold, we own this town (Yeah!)

Hear the sirens, feel the drop — 808 pound (Bang!)

Spray the block, spray the block — keep it loc

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