Papoose - New York Night lyrics

I'm a new yorker down town Brooklyn worker Payphone talker it only cost me a quarter I'm thirsty new york summer hot as a sauna Put my mouth to the fire hydrant and drink some water We try to stop a yellow cab but he ignored us He just splash mud in my face 'cause of my aura No camera phones it was just cam corders But we made movies sprayed ozzies transformer Intellect speaker fresh snikers dear dorers When we put the work in the pot it dance on us I used to re up up town transporter Hood swag, book bag, jams porter Five o' clock news somebody got out of order People waving over the shoulders of news reporters Hi mom, hip hop we cypher of the corner I spit till I was tired, alphabetical slaughter Still it's the dark side of divine Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind But still yeah, it's the dark side of divine Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind Girls toes hanging out of their sandals I rush home so I can watch Ralph McDaniels Back then the gun charge was only a year Walkman, my headphones over my ears It takes 2 I used to listen to raw beats My tape pop I tape it back together with scotch tape We ain't had metro cards we had tokens Andree the Giant got slammed by Hulk Hogan Chicken pox pa**ed the call on my allusion David Takens black folks started hoping White folks caught not snitching the gag order Italians call it a code of silence they blast talkers Blacks, they wanna put the label of rats on us So they encourage us to tell then they laugh on us No other race do it they want their soul to be gone Snitching is not a street thing it's just morally wrong Still it's the dark side of divine Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind But still yeah, it's the dark side of divine Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind It's just another New York night It take a certain level of conscience to comprehend my message So I understand why you hate on me man I don't expect to be seen by he side of the blind Hip hop is in my blood You gotta make me bleed if you wanna get rid of it So in that note, I remain The most hated alive Most hated alive Most hated alive Peace