Lyrics:
5-7-75 my born day
I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
Ty Nitty
New York City
we stay right
the high life
flooded ice from jewel heist
belonged, ooh
New York City in the rain
Take me back, take me back to that place
We had lunch by the fountain
The famous one where Amy Adams danced
So many
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
blew his brains out into the bay
In this state of mind, it's my own private suicide
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if
blew his brains out into the bay
In this state of mind, it's my own private suicide
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if
York State of mind
Am ah turn it up for my city
Watch me crank it up
And am ah broke the knob
Leave the volume max
For my city
They say New York Maine
America
New York has become the new epicenter of the global pandemic, with 519 deaths on Friday
The death rate, faster and spreading wider
Chain me trap
The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought
Then escape New York in East London or import
Stronger currents than my brains runnin' rapid
Hereditary
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
a prison cell
Of my time
New age of my kind, never kind
Never sleeping like a New York State of Mind
Tryin' but diein' on tides that I'm ridin'
It's trifle
find that one love
But life is so rough I don’t believe that stuff
When you turn middle age that’s halftime
To reflect of bein’ in a New York State
revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz thirsty for chedda
You shinin' you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap
mind to be stressin
And now I can't even watch the news its depressin
I see em battle through saddam's hood with smith n wessens
And droppin all kind
is what Run DMC be about y'all
Will my name is DMC,
The all-time great
I buts the most rhymes in New York state
Reporters claw
Producers die
They want
don't mind
And I still remember the days of moving weight, no place to stay
Now we going state to state and place to place
I guess it's safe to say
I made
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
the alcoholics is like
Still drinking
The pussy on the mind like Bill Clinton
I'm still killing tracks
Flipping something new
Beatnuts and my niggas Rascalz
Yo
the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York City Boo
as we continue
The hustle pays off
That's word to my mans
Rest In Peace Paulie Heenan
Hope your soul in good hands
Woke up to that L
Guess we smoking again
New York State
crash like Bandicoot
School's out
Summer's in
I'm having fun
I'm still a kid
Vacation
Now I'm New York hangin'
I'm makin' bangers and takin' in
All
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
or the swine on your mind
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state
you looking pretty with your happy ass/ out in New York City with the matching bags/ ooh you look saditty but it’s actually sad/ no that/ ain’t
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