Lyrics:
the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
I’m not as dumb as they might be
E equals mc squared
E is me and I’m taking it there
I’m two times the mc that they can be
See a king could get check by
from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls
anyone can see my new celebrity is you
When Steve McQueen and bennie Green (34) and
Geoffrey Beane (35)
Tried handing Joey Bushkin (36) a laugh
Both
probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me
But what a pity, I'm rockin' New York City
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'mma set it like this
Aiyo,
folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest
a new day
Yo this is freestyle, check out what I say
I smoke Bob Marley and I'm about that piece
No, not that peace there
That real real piece
I lay you
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
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
[McGruff]
Herb McGruff, gats in the beat, the richest black man on Earth
Who gon stop me? Fish scale for papi
Spots all over, from New York
you pull out a raffle hat,
And still sound swag
I know these shit mcs want take
My head so bad
And the clock is ticking
Man say they want
to be
It'll never happen like, you eatin pork with me
Amateurs hawkin me, DON'T EVEN talk to me
My house is in Atlanta but I still got New York in me
Queen out the Kingdom, and put her in jeans
New York, New York, big city of schemes
Me and her, love to ball, like a basketball team
Remind me
pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
I blow ya mind every time I rhyme in the booth
My flow is fire ignitin’
skies cover your fake ass lacerations
Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event
Brothers in the New York streets that represent
Squeeze ya coal,
reach
He tried to Snoop, couldn't touch a dime
A leader of the new
I run D's MCs, now Busta Rhymes
Male or female, I Rakim and her
Your team suck
My
and lifestyle
For as the older you get
The more you need the people you knew when you were young
Live in New York City once but leave before it makes you hard
hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. time
That's a three-hour difference;
So when my bitch is a six,
touch down 360 degrees we go around as I hold my 40 oz like
Let the MCs speak
Moving mountains doing what they thought we couldn't achieve
Amaru
know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards
West district politickin like Gibson
Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like
Up nigga, (For Real)
I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (It's Real)
Now listen, Now what you is?
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with
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