Lyrics:
suburbia's crawling everywhere
I don't want to go, baby
New York to west of East Bay
There's some news, they're coming your way
We're the kids in America
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from the Orient land
The King of Kings lay in
you don't want to miss one, of my healthy rhymes
nobody's are healthier, New York, New Jersy, LA or Philidelphia,
City to city, and town to town, place
is on a trap door
Peter Piper, picture pocket full of presidents
New York, New York, a hell of a town, yo, I'm a resident
If you want to get me, I'm
T-t-turn up, V12 and I burn up
My chick that fly bitch and your bitch unheard of
4 AM and we still poppin' bottles
Probably have a new chick tomorrow
'Cause
Jimmy's not a high concept guy
But he's front page news, let me tell you why
He's on the cover of the New York Post
Every network, coast to coast
See, I'm like a new breed of female
When God made me, He was just showin? off
See most niggaz call a girl, when they wanna give a dick
My shawtys
is trenchanese
This a different type of language
Understand me when I talk
We don't like to bark
Sincerely trenches of New York
Try my best to stay
did, for a little but In 1931
Standard Oil of New York
Made a merge, made a force, fast forward
To when they rebranded as Mobil Oil
And this is when
know what I'm saying?
New York
Got the hotties
LA
Yeah, they got the hotties
Detroit
They got the hotties
Chicago
Come on they got the hotties
politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got
Yo Raff, ring the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York
Oh, hidden council, Shadows deep
Lumen Noctis, secrets they keep
Ignored my pleas, my words unheard
The path I tread, a new course stirred
Angry
the wise king
All eyes on me when I do my thing Sittin' on the throne with a brown skin queen
Bird's eye view when we plot and we scheme All rise, make room
We've fallen off
We've fallen off
We've fallen off
We've fallen off
We've fallen off
Now i'm wasting away in New York City
I know it has been a good
the goddamn streets
Cause that's the only way we gonna stop these pigs
We ain't gonna stop them by prayin'
We ain't gonna stop them by beggin'
And we ain't
I wanna get to know you
Before I can admit
I wanna be
I wanna be
There for the ride
I wanna be
I wanna be
There by your side
Got a secret I can tell
still fights
For the right to be King of England
To lord over all
With a rod of iron and steel
But caught in the trap of love by chance
Nobody gives
Ohhkaay
The 101
To 405
We flyin high
Shawty by my side
New York State of mind yeah I go where the money at
Out in California picturing how a milli stack
We'll be closer to a new day
Our scars, yeah, they'll be erased
With every minute in, our secrets fade
We'll be closer to a new day
Closer to a new day
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
To build new ones
When we got our own place
I told you about my past
And still felt your embrace
You told me about yours
With tears running
Down your face
We
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