Lyrics:
new york, new york
The city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
yellin
Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin
Who you tellin?
Chorus 2X:
It's a New York City War Call for you all
Us
swift but safely through
The orange code medley
But discrete tryna make my legacy look fresh
Even From the balcony seats
Man I rock New York City all
(shout out to Buffalo)
It's some young niggas in New York I follow
Pop Smoke, Tjay, Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow
Fivio had the city lit with "Big Drip"
Now
that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes
[Chorus]
She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City
That woman's been around the world
You can
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on
Talib Kweli-Verse 1:
It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it?
I'm havin a conversation wit'cho imagination
It
like in a gymnasium
In New York I'm a .. a sinner but I'mma winner in sin city
Every .. know I go to ..
This money ain't gonna quit I stack it
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
a glass wankavator
Monster maker
Operate wild by the company of the turn stones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin
Who you tellin?
Chorus 2X:
It's a New York City War Call for you all
Us cats gettin
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
just know that I owe you
I'm on my way to LAX from JFK, it's a great day
I mean I love New York, but of course
I live out there so don't go there,
from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state
Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York State
Though I'm a Jersey
make it back to New York City
I think we can all agree that 2020's fucking trippy
But I try to switch it up cause getting bored is fucking shitty
I just
to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Yeah.
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to my daddy
you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from
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
York, New York
City that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved there from
where you at?
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot,
come outside, that's all they rap about
'Cause they never did nothin'
We from New York, more importantly, Brooklyn
Word
And, and we from the era
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