Lyrics:
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
Mass hysteria
Mass
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
screaming
And we welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass
the bones
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
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!
fee
I can't be bought
Just need to be hungry
I got you thirsty this is how we came in and blew
New York authentic brand plus my season is due
Ask my
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
underground"
"Ground Original" - Tonedeff
"New York City" - C-Rayz Walz
Your pessimistic flows have no
Chance of stopping this
Right before my Prime I guess
I'm
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
Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man)
Turn your speakers up, money
Yo, God (yo, God?)
Yo
Yo, I got mad skills
Isn't that Money?
New York, New
God threating my life but ima live it twice
In Jesus Christ I'm standing strong if I stand alone
Hack my phone chased by drones this world is not my
right
Believe in God threating my life but ima live it twice
In Jesus Christ I'm standing strong if I stand alone
Hack my phone chased by drones this
someone farted
Was it man or was it beast or
Was it just my upper lip
Was it an Olympia hippie or just
A New York City hipster?
(What's the difference?)
Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man)
Turn your speakers up, money
Yo, God (yo, God?)
Yo
Yo, I got mad skills
Isn't that Money?
New York, New
never sell drugs, I took 'em
Never write rhymes, I cook 'em
I'm from the Old New York
Where you got your chain snatched
And your kicks tooken
I put
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
and factory movement
Expire
Just die and now we inspire
Now we rise to give life to those who have been deprived of
Vision and innovation
Give 'em a new
us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like
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
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 got money stacks
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
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