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Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Richmond, Virginia boston
New York City clinton Sparks
Don’t get it fucked up pussy
You know how to act
And I’m single handedly carrying New
York
the cops get here first, you're a dead man
You know I'm doin' all I can
Sing along, bro', with the Dead Boys and the New York Dolls
You know we like that
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
by an opioid, so the Sackler family can enjoy
Spreading joy around the world
New York City, the world loves you and retribution was surely due
God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out
a world war
For these ghettos girls and boys I'm rapping round' the world for!
Africa to New York
Haiti then I detour
Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza
the rain
I'll dream with them one day
It's raining, raining
On the streets of New York City
It's raining, raining
Raining deep in heaven
I
this gorgeous sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in
menage
Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
Bitches, they want to hang like
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
Excuse me for my language bitch excuse me for my cussing
My folks is from the Mecca man New York that is we love it
I walk the way I talk and I am not
shit
I'm hittin' in New York, they love me down New Orleans
Popped in, did a intimate acoustic performance
Impromptu, we seduced them with the chorus
releasing they shitty albums
I aint gone say I'm from New York or Compton
But I know trash when I hear it, I call them
You gone be fucking with me and my
girl
Do it again
Do it again
Run run run away little girl
Get your fun in this trashy world
Empty-hearted boys by your side
Lick your lips
No, I wrote that in 1975
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was
waist
And got a nice little, itty-bitty frame
You know I'll do bad things to that little, pretty face
From LA to Tokyo
New York City, around
ain't been the same
But I'm doing what I can man and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel your presence just not in the physical
All across the world, blocks is miserable
Y'all left
spark
We used to talk back in New York about the art (ah)
Skippin' meals just to spill your guts out inside the studio (argh!)
Laughin' like nobody else
the
On our way to New York
Really feeling good by being here tonight
That's the crazy where is the mice
Let me rock everybody for a while
Bom bom popping
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