π΅ “On the Way to the Tower (The Border Deal)”
Black Sea Devil From Tower feat. Funky G from NYC
Part I: The Road — Part II: The Deal — Part III: The Tower
[INTRO — spoken, low beat, phone static]
(Black Sea Devil)
Yeah... two mics. One ocean. No studio. No label.
You know what I mean, man?
(Funky G)
BK to the Tower. But first — the road. Let’s walk it.
Part I — The Road
[VERSE 1 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
I been readin’ up on NYC, the trains, the blocks,
The all-night bodegas, the corner-side talks.
But give it to me straight, tell me somethin’ true —
How does the road to York look to you?
Not the postcard, not the tourist map,
Tell me somethin’ real, son — fill the gap.
[VERSE 2 — FUNKY G]
Devil, you want real? I’ll paint the scene,
On the York road I peeped somethin’ green —
Huge, triple-packed, five kilos of tea,
Cambodian, Vietnamese, Bangladeshi.
That bag ain’t normal, that bag ain’t small,
That’s a mad lot of leaf for one dude to haul.
[PRE-HOOK — DEVIL]
Five kilos of green tea? That’s a lot of leaf,
That ain’t a man’s breakfast, son — that’s belief.
So what’s the word? What’s the street say?
Why this tea bag got watchers all day?
[HOOK — BOTH]
On the way to the Tower, on the road to York,
One man talks, one man walks,
Big green bag and the snow that falls —
Black Sea meets NYC, that’s the call.
On the way to the Tower — you know what I mean, man?
On the way to the Tower — that’s the plan.
[VERSE 3 — FUNKY G]
Here’s the word on the block, and I’m just passin’ it down —
Some cats try to breathe it and don’t come back around.
Sleep for a few days — that’s the whisper, that’s the claim,
Wake up buggin’ out for a few days — same game.
So I peeped that bag, and I peeped the crowd,
Mad eyes on it — and I ain’t talkin’ loud:
Military, cops, the mob, gangsters, P.I.s too,
All of ’em circlin’ that bag — so what’s a dude to do?
So I spark a blunt instead. That’s the move. That’s the call.
Let the big green bag sit. I ain’t touchin’ it at all.
Part II — The Deal
[VERSE 4 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
But you been places, G — you been south, you been far,
So talk to me straight: how was Mexico? What was the bar?
Not the resort, not the postcard view —
Give me the travel, son — what it did to you?
[VERSE 5 — FUNKY G]
Devil, Mexico? Man, that road don’t play,
The heat hits different, the day runs long, the night don’t say.
Border towns move like a slow-turnin’ wheel,
Everybody buyin’, everybody sellin’, everybody got a deal.
I wasn’t no tourist — I was studyin’ the game,
Learnin’ how the border talks when it don’t say a name.
[BRIDGE — DEVIL, beat drops to half-time]
Aight, so you seen it. So you know the land.
Then break it down — I’m tryna understand.
They say you built a design — Cambodian green tea,
One big green bag, whole structure — what’s the key? Tell me.
[VERSE 6 — FUNKY G]
Here’s the design, Devil — and it ain’t small,
It’s a green tea safe house — one big green bag, that’s all.
Many people watch one big green bag — that’s the frame,
They don’t ask what it is — they ask what price, same game.
What price? That’s the only question in the room,
One bag, a hundred eyes, and a whole lot of doom.
So I designed it quiet — no noise, no shine,
A safe house ain’t a fortress — a safe house is time.
[PRE-HOOK — DEVIL]
A safe house is time — I’ll give you that,
But you said millions — where the money at?
The deal. The big one. Many years ago.
Mexican–USA border — how’d that go?
[VERSE 7 — FUNKY G, THE DROP]
Devil, I’ll tell you — many years ago,
On the Mexican–USA border, that’s where the deals flow.
Millions of dollars — went through — that’s the fact,
Not a contract, not a lawyer — a handshake, and that’s that.
The design was simple: trust, timing, and the road,
One man on each side, and the rest is just code.
Word is bond on the border — that’s the only law,
You break it once, and the border don’t call you no more.
So that’s the deal. Millions. Through. Clean.
You know what I mean, man? — that’s the whole damn scene.
[HOOK — BOTH]
On the way to the Tower, on the road to York,
One man talks, one man walks,
Big green bag and the snow that falls —
Black Sea meets NYC, that’s the call.
On the way to the Tower — you know what I mean, man?
Border to the Tower — that’s the plan.
Part III — The Tower
[VERSE 8 — DEVIL, the turn]
That’s the road, that’s the deal — now it’s my turn too,
You ain’t asked me nothin’ yet — so I’m askin’ you:
What about white magic? Up here on the Tower,
Is there white magic left? Is there any power?
(Funky G, spoken)
Good question, Devil. What you got up there?
[VERSE 9 — DEVIL, the answer]
Funky G, I’ll keep it a buck, no disguise:
The only white magic here is snow — that’s the prize.
In the winter, for a few days, that’s the spell,
White on the Tower, and then it’s gone — oh well.
Apart from that? The magic got different colors here,
Not white, not clean — it’s a whole other tier.
So that’s the Tower. That’s the road. That’s the deal.
You know what I mean, man? — word is bond, that’s real.
[OUTRO — BOTH, beat fading]
Then it’s border to the Tower, Mexico meets BK,
One deal, two nations, two mics, one way.
Million-dollar design — that’s the arc, that’s the frame,
The road, the green bag, the handshake with no name.
No studio, no label — just the trip and the talk,
Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the road we walked.
(fading)
You know what I mean, man...
You know what I mean...
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