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wet with the nina
Not just a leader
But im the key note speaker
Known to rock a mic from New York to Pasadena
I make it look good no funky cold Medina

It's September in New York City
Days shorten and their balmy evenings
Populate piano-bars with jaded journalists
Wordsmiths of world-weary wisdom

Block rocker Im a super saiyen, got a bad bitch goto war about me
Im in Alabama ima in Atlanta im in New York down to south beach
White knuckle grip

I'm gonna dig a hole to Los Angeles from New York
And we'll escape this east coast winter for the warmth
And those were nice ideas in our roaring

Reading about Buddhism
And listening to Xasthur
On the subway in New York City
Back when you were my home
Not that long ago

This (this

York City Massachusetts around the world Ron G)
She keeps my pits healthy and she even does my laundry 
I gotta couple racks in my backpack to prove it's

That Nas New York State of mind Illmatic shit  
Im on that that Bedstuy that Brooklyn that black hoddie shit 
That hood that gutter not that shake u

the talking
King of my city something like Chris Walken
But not New York, some Philly shit 
He on his Dutch Dalton
Haunt him like a poltergeist 
Say my name

the wrong line
And niggas shot up his, look
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I sold crack on corners
Now I'm with a bitch passin' marijuana
In New York

Hook
Move (echo for 2 bars) 10 times
Go (echo for 2 bars)
Groove (echo for 2 bars) 10 times
Flow (echo for 2 bars) 10 times

Break

New York
Fly B girls

lucky, 
I hate me 
I hate me 

Really hope the New York Times writes about me 
Doesn't have to be on the front page but maybe by page 3
They could say that

space wasted time
No rest till I die kid
Wasted too much time kid
Now I gotta fly kid

Clyde did
Dip like Frazier
Right hook
Walt style
New York style
Joe

be who I am without rap
New York spitter where the south at
This is how music sound without cap..
Push the pen til my hand hurt, God said art, write

to paradise by the sea

In the streets of Tokyo, the party never ends
In New York and Berlin,
Tech house rules the ring,
And in every corner of the world
Music

coast New York 
Let me me introduced you mr BIG notorious from Brooklyn Brooklyn and mr Mr Amaru shaku Makavelli from California oh la la respect my god

ain't get to say goodbye
But who am I?
A black panther in disguise
My home, nigga welcome to my home
Time zone, New York is where I roam
Mind blown,

New York City restaurant
I'm sitting at the bar
I'm sick of being lonely
But keeping touch is twice as hard

I never used to be so precious
With my

Built a foundation with my niggas
Now we on the rise

Came from nothing
Now we up
S/O to God

Back in New York
I was the best ct selling lights in

of his glasses
he left on a pillow
by your right cheek.

He makes a fresh pot of coffee
for everybody,
and screams in sacred fractals
and New York City

to New York
In summer of twenty ought three
Stared at hole in the the ground there for hours
Couldn't believe what she'd seen
She cried that night from

Gooooooo, we have to go


New York City
My sweet lady
The shining of your lights is to me like a thousand of kisses


From the 5th to the Queen's
O Lady Green

side. 
I could take it to New York yeah they like my mouth‘s wild 
Flying into Europe and it's all “bonsoir” 

Nails, did. 
I keep myself fed. 
Prettiest

all your fucking friends don't think that I want you
It's been a minute, baby. Let's go catch up
Yeah, I'm in New York. I'm trying to catch a flight out

those I coulda hit had my morals in sight
Or coulda been in New York if my academics was right
When I touch down in the A
Like Ice Trae
I quickly realize