M.I.M.S - Yankee Fitted lyrics

[Verse 1: Bad Seed] I swear on my Yankee fitted, I'm 'bout business Jesus, God, Muhammad, Allah, my witness N.Y stand up, y'all know what this is (this is) One for New York you b**hes Set the record straight, I rep the state Everywhere I go the fitted attract hate The N.Y logo, they say "Oh no!" New York in the building, don't speed, go slow Shout to westside, shout to south, shout to midwest Overseas in depth, shout to everywhere I ain't even been yet But when I touchdown one thing you can bet I got my fitted on, who wanna get it on? Even when I'm dolo, the borough and the logo I'm so N.Y, oh and I, walk with a bop like my toes just died The hat speak for me, I don't vocalize Swing my arm like a hammer til I broke his eye New York's on, yeah, and the pope get high Yo pa** my fitted, let me show this guy I Got it in blue, got it in red I, got it in black, matter of fact You could tell an N.Y n***a how he wear it If it ain't about the fitted hat, I don't wanna hear it [Hook] That's my Yankee fitted, that's my Yankee fitted That's my Yankee fitted, that's that Yankee (Hey!) And everywhere we go, they already know That's that Yankee fitted, that's my Yankee fitted That's that Yankee... (Talib Kweli, Blacksmith!) [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] My New Era Yankee fitted is so money The way your hat fit on your head is so funny You bummy, it's so laughable I'm so international, I'm always on the runway no fashion show Places I have to go, you can't get to it, no MetroCard Wear it on stage and I sweat a lot, so you can tell I'm working I got a reservoir of fitteds, 7 and 1/4th the fit is so perfect I stay loyal to the royal blue They call the Apple rotten cause New York City will spoil you Sometimes I switch it up, with the fedora or the applejack, 'til I'm ready to bring the Apple back That's when I open up my closet door, and find a cap to match the Spike Lee Jordans on the closet floor Me and my fitteds travel many miles, before every tour I stop and try on the... ???? [Hook] [Verse 3: MIMS] I been around the world and I I I, I keeps my Yankee fitted Brim tucked low across my eye's why, sometimes I can't see sh** but yo I go hard for my city no pause, me I ball like I have no draws I had to pause on that, I sound reckless I'm from New Yitty the city that found Precious Yep yep, I rap hard when I'm OT, I got the game on wrap like I'm Roti No seguro my n***a, that means no sleep I hit the club like p**y meat and I'm so deep I got a big ego, I make big bread Ask these b**hes they tell you I got a big head That's cause most of y'all n***as ain't really livin' You couldn't walk a day in my fitted, n***a you kiddin'? [Hook]