Kane Mayfield - Step One "Walk In New York" lyrics

Make way for the wake……. of the folks that's left in my boats motor Understand I'm the middle of the ocean.. you dip your little toe… You think the waters too cold, when I spit choo n***as fro-ZEN Like tai chi blow outs… Be-HIND thee, slick enough to slide grease High knee dug out… …in other words put my foot up in that a**, like a wedgie And my pedigree, is k** em with a mask Im Jason, Mike Myers, Point Break in a bank Point blank with the ink, no oink taking the case Toys paint, till yo pain run all ape on the page Get yo book of life closed… My foes resting in… POWER… ….when flows rip em to pieces Throw bows hitting my knees Cause this bloak tall as a TOWER.. Like .. “yo you see my sun k**in”… The home of the Giants with the fee fi fum n***a The boom bring the silence and the triage dumb n***as A see god… Rush em through the ER.. f** em sun, I suffers no peon Gladly… Wack MC's ask for me My 16′s Sistine masterpiece Burn like Listerine you spit free after me My words too vividly afflict-TING CASUALTY …Get your pen game broken in half Learn division for you cope with my math YOU GET BACK….. Rough enough to vote for the draft… My sh** SPACK… Pendous STEW… tacular I'm old school rocking leather medallions of Africa With boat shoes, and blue ground effects on a Maxima I blew down your best… (||) Frica**ee your dog like a carryout And drew down on vets… you know Bring the mack to em… Give daps, crack jokes, and spat verses To slap that a** stupid I'm a problem…. rapping like “you asked me to do this” You a mars run… I'm fresh enough they ask me to Joop it.. Tur (tear).. perturb.. little girls when I stert smirking Call em b**hes just to slow that down like I serve syrup You know… you a purse snatch.. perpetrating burglary I ethnic cleanse till the streets a run burgundy The best of friends fist fight over my verses deep… Depth… one n***a say I'm a poet, and I'm smoking just laughing up on the steps While they bleed over which freestyle compares best Oh you got some blog comments ha?… Yea that's cute…. and you been rapping all this time That's croosh…. cause I'd a had to draw that line Screaming CUT ME A CHECK FOR I CUT ME A NECK My veins don't pump ice and ain't no drug dealer rep So if they f** with my sh**… it must be… RESPECT!!!