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Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · New York, New York: The Dictators Live (The Dictators) · Live: New York, New York August 3, 2002 (The Who) – and 90 other albums »


And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass hysteria
Mass
hysteria
Mass hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
and it's creating a feeding ground for the bottom feeders of hysteria

Hysteria, mass hysteria!
off your window, Manhattan traffic cop 
You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot 

[Chorus] - 2X
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
tongues
They never see or wonder if
Is this where you live

Thin dogs don't vie for bones
Why desert just to be alone
All they own is on their backs
chinchilla
All relaxed on the sidelines
I'm so famous, understand

New York City respects my game like Joe Namath
And I protect my name like your anus
In
man common sense just stopped and said
"yo stop frontin' and use your head!
Yo stop frontin' and use your head!
Yo stop frontin' and use your fucking
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday

	"Live from New
[Verse 1: Tony Sunshine]
On the streets of New York [Repeat: x 2]
I was standing by the hydrin watching time fly by
Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe
blindfolded 
Gave a lady some wrinkle cream out of rat poop 
You might just laugh so hard your skull cracks 
Brain spills thick blood shooting out like
We run New York)

I know you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag
this rap shit
{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money
right now
Just leave your name and your number
Out)
(Hey yo, Dog, man, this is Beef
My bro, what happened, man?
We ain't goin out like that
Yo, we
Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've
know who I be
Check it ...

I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
I sold my horse and saddle
Rode the Greydog to New York
My guitar and fifty dollars
Between bein all alone

Found a job that pays okay
But it
and praise

Master, only You make all things new
For You alone are Lord and God, Saviour and King
And forever and ever, throughout all eternity
I'll join
They can't hold us back

You've gotta live your life by Saturday
Or remain just another American tragedy
Where will you go? What will you do?
Don't
a gun in your mouth.

And it's a long way
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You
When I woke up last night
And you called me by another man's name
Well, I'm sending you right back home
Let your mother take care of you
Yeah, yeah,
I sold my horse and saddle
Rode the Greydog to New York
My guitar and fifty dollars
Between bein all alone

Found a job that pays okay
But it
to catch you,
And I'm going to carve my name on your back with an ice pick!
Don't go makin' phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used
I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is
and pack gat
Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back
Party back to back, New York, where it's at
Hold up stop for a second, bring it back cousin
Let's