[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah I'm f**in ready
Yo
Lower East Side
Uh
[Verse]
Ayo my city is my mental state, bordered by the East River
My team is evil; Monster lungs, beast livers
Searching for the treasure, guess I gots to dig deeper
Avoid the reaper, faith leaper creature
Cheaper by the dozen, split the reefer with my cousin
Rhyme oven, I'm cookin' like a methhead
Ms. Thing leave the wet bed
Before & after I get head, & we could bet bets
If I had to choose a coast, choose the East Coast
2 of my aunties in the kitchen let the beef roast
Vigilante Verbal like Travis Bickle
Hammer & sickle, coat of arms, ring alarms
Everybody know he got charm & he calm
Hit up Amore, Flushing Queens for the Chicken Parm
Straight out the Apple, leave the corpse for you to see
If they cutting off my hands, I'll resort to my feet
The knights fight the fight then report to the King
MJ the reason Ewing short of a ring
Careful when you turn your back, get caught with a sting
And those hurt the most, adrenaline overdose
Hoes know my verses, recite all my hooks
The night full of crooks despite their good looks
Survivor Series & the kid Psycho Sid
Applying theories, now I do it better than my maestro did
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in the Factory
NYK Nation
You heard?
Uh
Ayo
[Verse]
The hooligans get off the train on West 4th
I wait til 14th, never with a offspring
Not yet at least, the master write a clever piece
Shorty asked me to spread her cheeks, head is beast
I'd be lying if I told her that I never creep
I'm just a young man, Emil catch the pigskin with one hand
Gimme a couple inches more, guarantee you see the dunk slam
Slam dunk, don't get your man trucked, I suggest you play the background
They said Verb always good with words; No surprise that he rap now
To your feet you rise and clap now, track loud through the nostrils
Wear my heart on my sleeve but it's a costume
Place my order, if I'm starving then I'll cop 2
Whatever it is, Thomas Edison sh**
Night crawler Verbal, prowl the city streets, gritty beats
The Scientist is up to it again
This blunt is for my family, this cup is for my friends
Make time for new beginnings or get stuck with loose ends
There's no team realer, we boast beat k**ers
Fossil on the wrist, apostle in the mist
Rhyme heaven, 5'7 but colossal when he spit
Writer, director, artist; Pica**o with the script
Paint the picture vivid & make you b**hes livid
[Outro]
...drink...(there's a lot of b**hes in there?)
...yeah...yeah, there's b**hes & sh**...
(there's liquor?)...mad liquor, beer, mad bud
...Um...what else...n***as be...f**in...
Just mackin, like, chillin, like what would you do?
(Beer pong & sh** like that?)
Yeah, pong, I be schoolin n***as in pong
Go undefeated and sh**, stay there for the whole night...