| New York, New York, New York, New York, he he, yeah…
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| New York, New York, New York, New York, yo!
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| My devastating hot East New York mentality
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| Keep me on point for my million dollar salary
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| Heavy weight lyrics never lost one calorie
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| Fat stacks, drug dealing styles the black AC
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| Nickel-plated macs, We pack the chrome tecs, yes
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| From one single idea, everything appeared here
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| Understanding makes my truth crystal clear
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| A yo, snap out of Candy Land kids, the old rumor is
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| Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
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| Cross color clothes crossing over, getting crossed out
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| Criss crossing we bossing all cross breeds
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| I’m a knowledge seed, I want action, that’s what I need
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| Never no doubt in my mind, it’s the rhyme
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| Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
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| The thrill of victory, defeat, it’s not meant for me
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| Victorious with no opponent that blast through components
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| Jamel Irief raising hell with the flavor
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| Smoking on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier |