Lyrics:
On this beat
I am an assassin
Judge me
By the way I walk
In this streets
I am hustling
One weekend in New York
Next weekend Indianapolis
Don't judge
Our music is designed to awaken
Primordial instincts in the human
Mind, and whatever comes of this
Is our desire when we perform music
It's a ritual
the confusion, man, I seen jesus
My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York
Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
I got a monkey on my back, I
when the session spark
Brooklyn test ya heart
New York City, Bucktown Commity
Stay busy, break big bricks and stay gritty
[Verse 2]
We stay sick
but you won't find a bigga man
Call me New York I'm the new jigga man
But you can't see me yea I'm throwin sand
Kickin up dust for me is a must
You
world better say it right
Pops out in New York now I gotta catch a flight
Grinding hard for the times when I ain't have shit
Now we do the dash catch
[Talking]
Immortal Technique
Revolutionary Volume 2
Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York
Let the truth be known..
[Verse 1]
You better
arms restin
On two breasts, we by the pound when it comes time for sessions
Morgan Cannon suits, cold hard boots
Crazy loot, rollin in Acura coupes
Looking for a sponsor
Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track
All 4 of my pockets fat
Like New York city rat
Brighter than my jewelery I'm in
Line with
Red dot
3 way Ski way
AFF OTM
BIG SKI SHIT
SKII SKII
U know how we rockn u kno how we bummin
We from New York by the way
Woooo
Niggas is
go
Walk like a pimp, bitch
Talk like a soldier
I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
It say two hundred, but it go a little over
Not
can go
Walk like a pimp bitch, talk like a soldier
I got New York niggaz candy-paintin up they Rovers
It say 200 but it go a little over
Not
hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,
royalty in perpetuity
Bad bitch wit fat tits in Bushwick slurp Jewishly
Pompous by the time the hook come the verse ruined me
Fuck my bitch in Aztec
cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit
When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit
Late night I'm never tryna
no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog
Fucked around one night went out in New York
When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then
broke I come and bust at you nigga
When I'm horny I can take your trick from you nigga
Peep game niggas
y'all can't fuck wit us (wit us)
(Chorus)
[Luc
and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer
So let's just
[Chorus: x2]
Ah-yo Gunz, I met this freaky (b****) about a week ago
In New York, by
Lord Tariq
Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago
In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe
Even though she
shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse
Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
When we flip ain't
Grimy New York is what you hear when I talk
If you get out of line you'll be outline by chalk
By far I don't see the competition no where near me
knew
Warzone, I grew up in the zoo
New York City, this is how we move
Uptown girl, I'm a run up on you
Gang, gang, I'm a shoot at your crew
Crip shit,
and Ster, see those my young hittas
Y'all believed in me, when most people lost faith
But I was out there in New York, workin' on four tapes
And that's all
to remember
Whip her like she a sinner
Nah i aint no beginner
Bet I last when I'm in her
Got her tongue by my zipper
In here cruising like Penelope
All about
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