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King Sun - Cold New Yorkin' lyrics
Yo Shameek, what we're doin now, man? Ahh - theme song for New York, man, we're tryin to find one How 'bout 'I want to be a part of it'? Bust how we're not tryin to hear that... Yo, forget it, we gonna kick it off like this: (Ain't no doubt that we will Y'all don't just understand) (Let me ask you somethin How much feelin do you have out there? You got a lotta feelin, huh? In that case y'all don't mind singin along Come on, y'all) [ VERSE 1 ] Cold New Yorkin, and yes, I can hold mine If rhymes were gold, then I would have a gold mine I diss your favorite MC, and the whole nine I'm Universal, indeed I control mine Like the master from an old kung-fu flick Killin MC's with a lyrical death kick Laid-back in the track like a cantor Wonderin what they wanna quote 'word is bond' for When they can't quote the power of god degree They must wanna be down universally In that case, I'm ready to start punishin With many stripes I snipe you so astonishin I leave a shine on your mind like a pledge Push you off the edge if you don't know the ledge As in the first step towards righteous You look a bit hungry, please, don't try to bite this Duplication will result in a violation I have you payin for my summer vacation Yo, put down your microphone, and just start walkin I play you out, no doubt, when I'm just cold New Yorkin (It ain't - It ain't where you're from) 3x It's w-w-w-where you're at) --> Rakim [ VERSE 2 ] I'm blazin like fire, rippin through silk Puttin rhymes to the rhythm like cookies in milk You wanna taste it? You wrote a rhyme and I erased it I said a line and like a crackhead you based it After you smoked, did you fiend for another one? When I resign, there could never be another Sun Anyone could be the king, even a dog But when I hear 'Sunborn', I leap like a frog And you're the lillypath, you must be silly mad I'm so rough, that when I'm good, I'm really bad How many rappers does it take to beat me? Well, I don't know, cause they're afraid to meet me Some try to greet me, and then try to diss me Behind my back when their girls can't resist me It's only right that I get my props Cause I drop hip-hop freestyles non-stop This is comin from the east coast shore line Your mother was on mine as soon as she saw mine Tell your sister I said to stop hawkin I never flirt with dirt, cause I'm just cold New Yorkin (It ain't where you're from It's where you're at) (It ain't - It ain't where you're from) 3x It's w-w-w-where you're at) [ VERSE 3 ] Now this goes out to every rapper in New York Pop the cork and tell your DJ to walk Mel-Ice the Sword is now on the job Rollin like the mob in a Benz with Rob From Zakia to Profile, just like before Russell and Lyor makin sure I get paid more Tables turn to accompany the tracks Identify the talent of the Hollywood Impact Xl Posse is down with 8-4 The regulators to make sure you pay for Any mistake, for the mercy you'll beg After you're stomped out by junior regs Try to make it Uptown, I don't know why You'll be stopped in the '80s by the D.B.I. And ehm, not to mention, the family is Ruthless If you ain't bullet-proof, then you're useless Like En Vogue I'm tellin you to 'hold on' You play a role, and I bet you get rolled on Five buroughs of death, now keep talkin From Medina to the Pelan, cold New Yorkin (It ain't - It ain't where you're from) 3x It's w-w-w-where you're at) (It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at) |
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