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(feat. Kai:Bee And Lil' Dap)


Yeah (New York, New York)

Time to get up in that hit-ass (Brooklyn)

Uh, the rap savior (representin' kid)

Ill behavior (let's break it down)


[Chorus]

This one is for the thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters

I kill rappers on a reg 'cause it's my job to

Seperate the real from the fake

So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate


Your raps get bombarded

Allow our ??? don't disregard it

Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded?

All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed

As a young juvenille I started

Learnin' from some older dudes

From the pimps to stick-up men

And back then you had to know the rules

The peer pressure it can get you

Knocked and locked-up

Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher


[Chorus]


Peep the melody

Brooklyn is deeper than a felony

Raps are full of violence

Who wanna challenge

'Cause Kai rep

Whatever Kai choose to kick

A man's child from the Nile

Look at my style ain't it raw?

But too mature to be labeled wild

Ain't nothing fake I create

I don't tolerate static

My brain'll cause drama like an automatic

So bang, I'm living large like a king

The ???

I'm drinking pure mathematics

With the power ???

I ??? my knowledge as a ???

Plus I'm invisible

And I apply by using my third Eye

Stimulation and high off the lie

And better yet, I'm a vet

As I manifest, wise words from my breath

And my wisdom'll flow until my dyin' day of death

With topics and subjects to every aspect

I bless the mic with intellect


Don't pay attention you'll get stuck

You're straight outta luck

'Cause niggas been beamin' you

And they schemin' for fast bucks

While chickenheads be awe-struck

By the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don't give a fuck

It's systematic when flippin' dough like acrobatics

Fiends and addicts gettin' served by green fanatics

It's savage, Jake's more corrupt than we are

In the alley behind the bar

Bringin' product from Panama and Bogota

Rulin' the game superior

The crime biz: the way it is in America

I'm killin' rappers like I've gone mad

My heat is righteous

Too many brothers have gone bad


At times I lay in my bed holdin' my head smokin' weed

Like a dred drinkin' liquor for dough

Askin' myself one question (Yo, what's that, huh?)

Why adolescents gotta get murdered to learn a lesson?

Stay on point with the joint in my ???

'Cause ain't no tellin' us when slugs might touch my chest

Feelin' like I'm blessed

Livin' life by the day, Monday through Sunday

Involved in gunplay, it's like a warzone

That's why I think with the chrome

And hold my own, but never walkin' these streets alone

It's like I'm walkin' on top of high heat

With no shoes on my feet

Watchin' the flames get higher as the gun shots fire


[Chorus]


I'm supposed to give up guns 'til my probation is done

Still I'm waitin' for son to bring the three-eight long one

They try to deny what's happenin' to us

But nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bust

Let's discuss what would you do

If you're confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-two

Plenty of us go through this syndrome

It's better to fight than die poor and alone

The mob guys be gettin' loot for protection

They live and die for their profession


[Chorus]


Yeah, we doin' it low budget environment style

It's like walkin' through the ghetto when they feelin' is fine

Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh

Yeah, East New York Style


[Chorus] 

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