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Nigeria. He has also won ranks in Nigeria in Hip-hop at Rank 1 in Abuja, Rank 3 in Lagos and top 20 in Nigeria before moving to New York. Angel Henry
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
linked up and I was in Crown Heights, I was livin' in Crown Heights
I was over there on Pacific between Ocean and New York
Boom, like, yo
We had to do
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
album co gary pobije
Inna niż wszystkie inna niż zwykle
Inna niż byś się spodziewał w skrzynce
Ruszamy z piskiem zawistne mordy zostawiamy z kwitkiem
to New York
Hong Kong and Dubai
London and Mumbai
Tall towers in the sky
I want N8 City to be a sensation a marvelous symbol of modern
A marvelous den for
first moved to New York
I was a teenager it was 1979 and New
York was a very scary place in the
First year I was held at gunpoint
Raped on a rooftop with
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
used to shut it down
Reminisce Battles, Skills of Beat Boxers
Underground Scene, New York to Chicago
Funk Phenomenon used to hold me, said I'll house you
the back of the album
And send 'em to Tommy Boy Records in care of "Dante the Scrub"
1747 First Avenue, New York, New York 10128
For those who have all
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
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
"Wait
What happened to that other one that
I heard at the Whisky à
Go-Go?" and he called back to New York and
He said, "We got something
Strange happening
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
gotta get out this mess, but what about forensics
He looked at me and said, I ain't no scientist
Oh fuck, I forget, I'm from Utica, New York
And we got
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
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
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