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York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm in
off like Richard Gere 
I'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plastic 
Compelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shield 
New York
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
painted whips is what I'm sitting in
Get your chemist whipping up that shit that get these bitches in
New York nasty flow that's a little bit of crack
lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin
You're telling fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfucking one?
But I'm
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City
Yeah, turn this shit up
It's Quality music
You know
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
half drug kingpin
Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From
know it’s all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City,
The night before I gotta turn my second album in, higher than
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter
fake Gucci
stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis
this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine 
Prototypical non-conformist 
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo 
You
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to LA through the Bay right

Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that
And I know ya
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have