Lyrics:
hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy number one in New York
Public Enemy #1 in Chicago
Public Enemy #1 in
to make time
Yeah you one of a kind
But this love undefined
I hope you feel aight
Don't leave me in the blind
Wish you was by my side
You know I try
Girl I
threat
I see your sweat roll down your cheek
And your soft and sweet, your talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost
y'all sleep shit
Music for me deep, it's the seepest
Coming with it strong, no weakness
New York taught me street shit
Now I'm in the south like
This is for the 90s, rewind it to the Mecca
when New York is untouchable, like The L.O.X. trifecta
My vision is independent the black Tribecca
Steady on the grind
Workin' like I'm never finished I ain't master p, but workin' like it's new no limit, Smokin' trees, to me is healthy just like
how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's
New York is a crazy city man.....
Yo, my home boys Run DMC
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
it worth your while
I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
I'm feeling good now, back home again
Well, New York City is the city that I feel
around, she get around a lot
And when you check it out, she ah bust all di spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York and she come
I'll shoot your soul
And send it on its way back home
We'll have control
From New York all the way to Rome
Turn on the neon lights
Let them guide us
Do I declare, a New York minute move faster than I've heard
Cos way up high from my far Bed-Sty you know that I can hear the birds
Do not despair, I
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
attribute, time
Martyr gelatinous green
The number of units this number is measured in
Is a permanently unknown variable
New car argument ratchet trap
If you
And it don't make New York Times
This shit like Math and Division
You gotta carry the nine
She say "Hey, do you do lines?"
I say "No, I don't do lines"
to thought
The real New York
Death to rapists and rats, the touch school to Brooklyn stories
The king is the life to lord and queens
All the stories
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
ride this wave this boat won't sink… no
Like New York it's sturdy
Iceberg your solid from early
But I don't wanna see you hurt, plus there's no joy if
a crazy claim
Even though there's video published by the government
Straight from the Air Force shared with the public
In the New York Times and it's got
and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)
[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money
Kith socks on my feet
Flippin' over pennies and they comin' back dimes
Everything imported but I never cross lines
I'ma be the headline of New York Times
of New York we the ones who the best
Ain't gone put me to rest
Fuck a vest niggas coming to take off ya head
Keep a deuce if we gotta go fill em with lead
rap, no tale spinning, such is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all
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