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