Lyrics:
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this,
Riding 'round in a new city
My girl next to me and she look pretty
Top down in the new city
Even though it's kinda new, I got a good feeling
Riding
on by, breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me) me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me) me and the RZA connect (ooh, ooh)
(And I'm feelin' good
with shit talkers, the sickest of hip hoppers
Work thru visions like eye doctors
Couldn't see us with binoculars
Loved by the hated, way doper than
Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new
grew up to be condoned by the hoppers
Roamed with some Bloods back when John was in Carver
Was in love with Kori
Shorty lived out Columbia
Around that
elastic
Ion really talk to people, ion even like the locals
Can't get conversations out of me a nigga antisocial
Ion like being seen by everybody I'm so
by yourself so be lit dude
I'm going off of the Richter scale
On a new wave Leaving a trail
The road to success can lead you to fail
Being an Ass can
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
fossils, silently run by the eastern asteroid, silently run by the road pavers, silently run by the used car salesman, silently run by the new car salesman,
(Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Step
Spring still paints fire escapes with Hopper shades
Radio's rap and screech like trains
A figure's floating through the sewing set
Some guy walks
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
Dear Diary
by Patty Larkin
Dear Diary of a Great Unknown
Well I'm spending the night in the Twilight Zone
With the boys walking by with
Break the Dash
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
Here I am for the world to see, if I didn’t act crazy, I just wouldn’t be me. If you don’t stand out,
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
good baby (Uh)
It feels good, good
It feels good to feel good when you been down before
Life is like some new shoes feelin' fresh in the soul
When
New fire in your veins, pretty young things running all over town
When hopper went down, blood in your crown
Tell me, should I curse him now?
I
just blinded by pain
Sometimes I get ideas flashes of how I could've begun
To understand my heritage and where my family came from
When I go east
These are the rough times
Will I get by
Or will I grow old
Roll over and die
It's cold outside
But there's dough outside
The strong will survive
So
Randomboy was the last represent
He stepped forward as cool calm and collected as ever
Yo two one check mic
Uh watch me spark my verse
By kicking my
First Summer Moon, this the tape
Man you know I'm tryna put my people on to that new shit
And they be like "Aaron, King Dong! Who's this Papa Carter
was family so it passed
Like a storm in the summertime, now what's today's math, check it
This was one of those days, with the time creeping by,
'til I
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