Lyrics:
fuck New York
Die Freiheitsstatue ist 'ne Hure und ich fick sie
Blanco pumpt den Beat, ich erschieß' diesen Swizz Beatz
Sie trinken Hennessy und
in hiding
Brought him to the surface
For all the world to see
She called to say turn off that TV
We're going to the New York City symphony
Then
Now whats a kid like me, mur-der-ing these M-Cs- (you tell me)
I've been applying pressure, now I gotchu on your knees,
I'm from New York, but my
heads
Ooooh, Ooooh
We take our hands and raise them high, a sign like dynamite
The "Devil's Horns" is our cross, crucified by hell
New York, Tokio,
to finish it then replenish it
Know that I ain't innocent
But his story ain't mine
Someone has rewritten it or hidden it
I believe Dr Malakai Z York when he
put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
records u cant fix me
The code that i see
Jeez
See the king tried to stop me and break me but
Watch who u talkin to like an apple watch
You old im new
scars
Everyday's a new battle
The album is when i'll go to war
Trust me
You don't need no trust
Funds got me till I'm basically 80
My accounts allows
Album on my mind
She's gotta take this dick
And I ain't lying just asked your girl
One day I'll own the world yuh
Won't stop till I do i don't need
all that fair, end of day
I would scrap this whole ass album all to spend just a day
In the singular place I feel comfortable that's with you cause you
don't trust you
By yourself feeling like nobody really loves you
Gotta stop the drug use this what the drugs do
Welcome to more than music
Listen
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My
"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've
a bitch
Blinded by the mission
Been a menace
I admit it
A demon of pretension
When I'm prayin on retention
Catch a bitch lackin I been on a roll (kick it)
I
to graduation
You became world class
Good thing you studied the greats
In that great school of hard knocks
Where every day's a new exam so you examinated
Krishna, New York Times™
I’m waiting for your sign
For your secret code.
Call it on my phone,
Come and take me home.
We don’t want no trouble.
We don’t
tower
In every nation's power
This is now the hour
Sri Lanka, Katmandu
I'm in New York City too
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is
language, I'm an ATLien from New York
Had everything inside of my spaceship
Playing Kanye's shit, gracious with the greatness
The flow iller than vaccines
around in the desert
We were trying to seem fulfilled
To rewrite our New York City narratives
But Emily, we were utterly dejected
We took turns crying
flight to Arizona
Welcome back to California
Sydney D.C.
Flew back home to New York City
Chicago Rio
Oslo Moscow
Toronto NoHo
Studio in SoHo
cheddar cheesey vo-cals...gotcha
Actin so-cial ..from North Kak to Cali..to New York City
Lo-cales....bout ta..cut the gristle...who's sharper than
Bar
Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
And sing, my guns be black
in his New York jacket
Ridin' away peepin' the rear view
Lettin' you bleed in the middle of the street
Motherfucker we don't fear you
[Killa
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