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(feat. Kai:Bee And Lil Dap)

Yeah (New York, New York)
Time to get up in that hit-ass (Brooklyn)
Uh, the rap savior (representin kid)
Ill behavior (let s break it down)

[Chorus]
This one is for the thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters
I kill rappers on a reg cause it s my job to
Seperate the real from the fake
So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate

Your raps get bombarded
Allow our ??? don t disregard it
Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded?
All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed
As a young juvenille I started
Learnin from some older dudes
From the pimps to stick-up men
And back then you had to know the rules
The peer pressure it can get you
Knocked and locked-up
Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher

[Chorus]

Peep the melody
Brooklyn is deeper than a felony
Raps are full of violence
Who wanna challenge
Cause Kai rep
Whatever Kai choose to kick
A man s child from the Nile
Look at my style ain t it raw?
But too mature to be labeled wild
Ain t nothing fake I create
I don t tolerate static
My brain ll cause drama like an automatic
So bang, I m living large like a king
The ???
I m drinking pure mathematics
With the power ???
I ??? my knowledge as a ???
Plus I m invisible
And I apply by using my third Eye
Stimulation and high off the lie
And better yet, I m a vet
As I manifest, wise words from my breath
And my wisdom ll flow until my dyin day of death
With topics and subjects to every aspect
I bless the mic with intellect

Don t pay attention you ll get stuck
You re straight outta luck
Cause niggas been beamin you
And they schemin for fast bucks
While chickenheads be awe-struck
By the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don t give a fuck
It s systematic when flippin dough like acrobatics
Fiends and addicts gettin served by green fanatics
It s savage, Jake s more corrupt than we are
In the alley behind the bar
Bringin product from Panama and Bogota
Rulin the game superior
The crime biz: the way it is in America
I m killin rappers like I ve gone mad
My heat is righteous
Too many brothers have gone bad

At times I lay in my bed holdin my head smokin weed
Like a dred drinkin liquor for dough
Askin myself one question (Yo, what s that, huh?)
Why adolescents gotta get murdered to learn a lesson?
Stay on point with the joint in my ???
Cause ain t no tellin us when slugs might touch my chest
Feelin like I m blessed
Livin life by the day, Monday through Sunday
Involved in gunplay, it s like a warzone
That s why I think with the chrome
And hold my own, but never walkin these streets alone
It s like I m walkin on top of high heat
With no shoes on my feet
Watchin the flames get higher as the gun shots fire

[Chorus]

I m supposed to give up guns til my probation is done
Still I m waitin for son to bring the three-eight long one
They try to deny what s happenin to us
But nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bust
Let s discuss what would you do
If you re confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-two
Plenty of us go through this syndrome
It s better to fight than die poor and alone
The mob guys be gettin loot for protection
They live and die for their profession

[Chorus]

Yeah, we doin it low budget environment style
It s like walkin through the ghetto when they feelin is fine
Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh
Yeah, East New York Style

[Chorus]

Queridos inocentes, una historia os voy a contar:
El lujo es evidente en el castillo medieval,
explotando al pueblo sin saber qué es trabajar,
recaudando impuestos pa poder parasitar.
Su majestad, el Pueblo pa servir al rey.
Su majestad, el Pueblo pa cumplir tu ley....

Put me up, put me down
Put my feedback on the ground
Put me up, take my heart
And make me happy

Put me up, put me down
Put my feedback on the ground
Put me up, feel my heart
And make me happy

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Back to school

Ohhhhhhh
Back To School
Back To School
To Prove To Dad That I m Not A Fool
I ve Got My, Luch Packed Up
My Boots Tied Tight
I Hope I Don t Get In A Fight
Ohhhh
Back To School

The arcade

Nintendo Power Gloves,
Locked and loaded with my finger on the trigger.
And you ll notice that a fuck is what I give a.
Click-Click-Bang,
with the zapper gun game,
if you re with it some hang,
if you re not then you re lame.
D-Duck, D-Duck Season,
Wh-What, Wh-What Heathen,
Give up for no reason?
Man, We make the...

When you love someone

Were we ever, did we use it up too fast
Our great moments never meant to last
And the last thing that i want
Is to ever make your smile go away

Keep the memories take the best of what we had
I can t stand to watch what...