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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
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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
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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
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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
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