New York

[Verse 1] Uh I’m running, running through the jungle Running like a slave through the underground tunnel Told y'all niggas better get these bitches Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches I am lyrical intrusion You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick Uh, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures Like I’m fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga I am whatever they say I am Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem [Hook] Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert I run New York, I run New York [Verse 2] I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon That went missing from a dungeon Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now Running my fields and you midgets on your first down I love it when these bitches know I’m better than them Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them I’m a fire in the midst of a forest ‘round bitches And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches And you bitches are lyrically Like some fucking down syndrome, no offense No shade 'n all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid Yeah I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a lyrical criminal general Take shots, but never subliminal Don’t stop, ever continual Running and running but never in intervals Can’t even stomach the shit that I’m finna do Y'all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you If you front, I’m gon' put and end to you I’m like Scorpion, bitch I will finish you 'Make It Nasty', real real nasty Why you bitches running like you will get past me? Won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when I’m off it Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin It’s just me, myself and I Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die Ask why? Because I’m better than you’ll ever be That’s why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D [Hook]