Lyrics:
close,coast-to-coast,
Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost
[Chorus]
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
[Chorus: Shyheim]
Yeah, you're chilling with a winner, in the sheets
Clinton to Lennon, sending baby, this just a beginning
Is what I told her
Do you listen to hip-hop
that lazy shit gone kick you in the back
So this New York cat, is up on tracks, is guaranteed to bring that fucking beat back
Now I’m fayettenam where
on the floor and kick a new dance craze
I can read and I've red since the days of rhythm
If rhymin' is fundamental, then light up a spliff
And grab, and not
the house) f-U T-U-R-A, hey
Futura's what I spray
(Check it out, check, check it out)
New York City, rock the house (Check it out)
Graffiti, rock, shock
This funky hip (hip what) hop
Is funky hip (hip what) hop
This funky hip (hip what) hop
'll make a drip (drip what) drop
I like to rip (rip what) shop
I
know, with a New York flow
That keeps a broad respect
From California like I'm snoop Doggy Dogg?
Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz
For plenty ammo ammo
Shove
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
became a new way to get paid
They said "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one"
Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
You
no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon
Stay spitting new seeds it's the weed
Give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up
Choking
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
The name's MC Lars, TPFR
True player for real
I kill it on stage with two DI's, why?
Post-punk laptop rap is the new DIY (true player for real!)
TPFR (true
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
on the floor and kick a new dance craze
I can read and I've red since the days of rhythm
If rhymin' is fundamental, then light up a spliff
And grab, and not
the people wasting their time
You're not a musician, stop
What you're doin', shut ya mout'
Yeah, I couldn't sell this
I gotta give this out for free
This is
homie like Lamont do with Rollo
Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it
'Cause even in New York the crew be buzzin' off the fluid
So testing
niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I might snap and it's an actual fact
that I'ma kick it like
three times and I`m back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought
is Too Short, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake MC
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
Ah yeah
The definition of a hotti
R. Kelly is born into the 90's
You know what I'm saying
With the new shebang swing
The definition of a hotti
This
got props, believe it or not
I never got caught, because I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggaz in New York
Sometimes I be chillin with
your battery
Stop rappin' to me
New York City's number one MC, that's real G
Who's that kid be ? Passengers are in position
Change your whole
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