Lyrics:
fast rapping white rapper
There's been plenty
No new friends, all the ones that I need I bring with me
I just be doing shit like nobody else
If I was my
but that junt from New York
J, we been over this shit before
Okay, right, let me get back on subject
I go by him and that's my only noun
You can wear
them niggas tried to blaze 'em up
In New York they like, "Damn, Gator really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, Lola really shitted on 'em"
War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it's more cake
Revolution 9 new york quake it's an emergency
Bridges for tunnels this
about that alluminati stuff, some new world order
Some psychic hotlines or
Let's give her the call see what's up
[Chorus]
Hello, my psychic
around.
I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,
But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,
I can't really explain
whatcha heard who's the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke?
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done
than Niagara Falls
Any crumb out of line
Get stung by the nine
Left deaf, dumb and blind
Beaten and bagged and then dragged to the dungeon
Coppin a plea
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
way that's why I perform this way"
"the rap game is 24hrs but you don't shut down like vegas and new york city"
"you never been to the filmore"
"my
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
torture devices in Chicago
New York and down in the south of course
Use to hunt us for sport
Now we takin’ the court
With some trumped-up charges added
In
if they from outta town or if they lost over there,
But homie this New York over here, get Off'd over here,
No workers the boss over here, we don't go
aufn Teppich wenn du ein echter Meister
Des HipHops werden willst, musst
Du auch wissen
Wo er herkommt: Amerika es hat alles
In New York angefangen und
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
That's along with every other
Lost New York rapper
That ever put out a song on DatPiff
But his team always reaching for
The highest amount of green
Look
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
Timbuktu oder Kasachstan
Paris, New York, Amsterdam und Berlin
Einfach mal raus aus dem Loch wie Saddam Hussein
Wir bringen euch zurück ins Glück
Und
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