[Intro] The truth is that which needs to be told And true creation is that which needs to be created [Joey Bada$$] (Statik Selektah sample) Yeah! (Statik Selektah!) One two one two let's, ride Check me out yo yo yo! [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Slum villain, slave to the page always keep my tongue spillin Now I spit the dope until I get the numb feelin Tell me how your lungs feel Runnin laps 'round the track tryin to tread mills Dollar bills cant conceal the real deal Its still lyric k**, sk** that will appeal Shots fire at the will I be in the field Feelin ready to die been ready to k** Plus Im, ready to ride for any one of my guys Cant look me in my eyes say Im tellin a lie Head in the sky on the better side, Im from the Bed-Stuy Where the homicide rate is getting pretty high If money my religion, truth is better than my jeans Probably spot the Buddha man pickin through the seams Met him at the banquet and hit the bank still Jesus got the wheel, tote, take, feel the Happiest days of my life, were taken from me Now Im just a slave to the mic wait hold up I dont think this chain fit me right, got a couple loose screws Now I write like my brain got swoll up, swoll up Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up Su-per s**m [Outro: Joey Bada$$] (Statik Selektah scratchin] Yeah! And can you say New York City? And can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you save New York City? And can you say New York City? And can you say New York City? (W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORD!!!) (W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORD!!!) (W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORD!!!) (W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORD!!!!) (W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORD!!!!) And can you say New York City? And can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? And can you say New York City? And can you say New York City?