The Underachievers - New New York | Текст песни

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Beastcoast...

[Verse 1: Issa Dash]
Grew up on Flatbush so you know I had to manage
Where the Jakes run around, shooting by their fucking badges
And the lyricist spit, don't get signed but still savage
So I'm making big moves like I'm fucking with the Magics
Beast Coast nigga, bringing havoc to your front lawn
Teams drawn, lyricists fucking cold, better keep warm
Atom bomb, tick-tock boom, blow up on any song
Heavy bongs, guided by the god, get that medical
Eh, you ain't even in me classa
Peep the roster, we leave niggas like fuckin' pastas
Brooklyn masters, we the New New York disasters
Causin' havoc, that's your team watch em get damaged
Eh, you niggas is fuckin' hopeless
And bitch nigga, me and my gods is fuckin' focused
Mega magical ??? when I wrote this
Niggas floating better catch it if you loafing

(Hook: Issa Dash)
The New New York, you know niggas is grimy
Whack fools, whack niggas get from around me
Limitless third eye open nigga don't try me
Music ain'T business godd since like the ninety's
It's a New York thing, a New York thing
It's over for you niggas let the fat lady sang
It's a New York thing, a New York thing
Bang bang motherfucker you niggas stay in your lane

(Verse 2: AK)
Holy Sinatras, Gods be on our rastas
Imposters, translucent their third eye
? pop a tab of that LS
I feel less ????

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