[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
Yo I’m a native✦ New Yorker,✦ straight shit talker✦
Holding down the fort like Hezekiah Walker✦
Can’t get rid of her, thinks she a stalker
Put the trees down, here comes✦ the cheeba✦ hawker✦
Y’all know the deal, with style so ill
Rip shit down, I don’t care who on the..(-scratch-)
Y’all know the deal, with styles✦ so ill
Rip shit down, I (down, down)
Y’all know the deal, with styles✦ so ill
Rip shit down, I don’t care who on the bill
20 years later✦ getting✦ Mass appeal✦
(Z-Trip) Slicing on the wheels of steel
Bang this beat like a flagrant foul
Don’t make me mad, I get ill like ow
I go 7:30 on ya, get buck wild
Stay amped✦ up with my OG style
Pass me the Vodka,✦ yo pass me the juice
I used✦ to watch Kung Fu flicks on the deuce
Me, cousin✦ Meatball and my cousin✦ Bruce
Get up, get down, oh get funky,✦ get loose
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
If my city✦ is my lady,✦ my music is my baby✦
Lately✦ this chick is crazy,✦ I'm ready✦ to catch a Katie (killer)✦
Living✦ on top of graves✦ and the bones✦ of African slaves✦
Only✦ time it’s like I'm not in a cage is on stage
I'm from the birthplace of Pac and Big
Stop and frisk while we call the cops pigs
The way the gods lives✦ it’s like they teaching there’s✦ never✦ no substitute
When I’m heading to Brighton beach, get in touch with the Russian Jews
Egyptians✦ and the Haitians,✦ I kick it with black Arawaks
Hittin’✦ the Bob Dylan, I’m swiggin’ the Jack Kerouac
The fact is, they don’t make them like they used✦ to
Plus I miss the old 40 deuce too
We used✦ to do them hood rat things, like smoking with the cigarettes
The thrill is gone now; Mickey✦ Mouse is the biggest threat
Hell’s kitchen, more like Hell’s Kitchenette
Road tripping, where I'm going I ain't figured yet
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
I’m the New York king, yeah I shine like the North Star (New York)
Getting✦ mad high in the 5 star (-sound of marijuana being smoked-)✦
Or a 4 star, hotel✦ for the meditation✦ (word)
In the hood with this gentrification✦ (legend)
What’s the detonation,✦ or the destination?✦ (huh?)
Let me know what the agenda✦ is (let me know)
And where the 2/5th vendors is (where’d✦ they go?)
Write rhymes✦ in my head, no penmanship (yea)
Yeah I smoke for the senses✦ (haha)✦
Think of my niggas doing they sentences (salute)✦
See the cops I got the New York 6th sense (-sound of spray paint-)
Did a couple years but, I ain’t do shit since (uh uh)
Jail is slavery part 2 (part two)
Yeah I’m brave and I got a lot of heart too (I got heart)
And I’m real fucking smart too (a wise guy)
New York shine king, you should play your part too
[Hook]