Finish the bodega rode in moment composure to echo
Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My 23's lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clipin the camaraderie
Check the muck out
When metal maggot's borough in Promised Land vein division I tug my friend down to my astigmatism
Low Bro
Packs and rows, Max a golden butcher
Last catapult standin in a land of coke and hookers
King cotton common, no problem for brick shawl lows, sock puppets and sitcoms describe long pages bread in a hotbox wigwam
Debra tone hit the dish where the teens demonstrate ease in the hot days when she purchase the foundations of the last remix of ???? service
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub numinous fucker and um respect
Find out what it means to me New York
Walk knots with electric ninjas who bark bounce with punked out whip
Like my company Delorean's the shit

Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage (ah Skippy)
He's making paper dolls decorated with targets (don't do it)
He's labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artist (no)
Then tearing out the still beating heart from the loose-leaf carpets

I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an RC comic
Built it in three days and thought about starky comics
My gills call the east river rock bottom home in three eyed guppies and sea horses mutations
See New York as ancient Rome, basic
Basically stoned, faith is
My friend jumped of the empire state building while I hung 10th grade head cases
(suck ???? fame is)
Some of them lost the base hit
While they all read brims in the metal die cast Voltron cadence, what

N.Y. electric, cannibal, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag baby, roach bait
Pristine kicks spread in the iris of the needle (Just for my people)
I'm a thread the needle (just for my people) 4x
here we go
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da 2x
Beaker 1-9-9-11-0-1 witness, maybe you don't get this

(let's go)
kill 'em all slow
I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up but as she raised wall's show
Never circuit bacon don't police me anymore
You're a trained professional ??? 41 shots over par
Least common denominator
Raise truth like Charlie within a grants raise roofs in a glass wankavator
Monster maker
Operate wild by the company of the turnstones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
Paid dues since the door two days of bad acid and Quaaludes
While a boom box talks trash to the Richter
Sulkin awkward
With a zip lock on a pill hole
Bitter fucker
Nothing is free
I'll spend my last dollar on me
Put one up for my family – should have made time to thank them
Put one up for my crew – for recognizing the sanctum
Put one up for the socially broke choke stoke me
New York pissed hits bleed Dolby homie

N.Y. electric, cannibal, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag baby, roach bait
Pristine kicks spread in the iris of the needle (Just for my people)
I'm a thread the needle (just for my people) 4x
Here we go again
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da 2x
It go: beaker 1-9-9-11-0-1 witness, maybe you don't get this

Bitch

I didn't expect it dog

Yes people

NY Electric

Welcome to NY Electra
Where buildings fall and hopes crash
Yeah, I'm vast air from can nox
Peace to Adam's fam
Juggernauts, strong hold
That's my mother fuckin word

You've been all over the world
You've hunted just about every kind of game
You've stalked elephant, lions, tigers, polar bears, dear
You've been within 15, 20 yards the most deadly game in the world
You've been everywhere
You've been with some of the most famous guides and hunters in the world
What's the biggest thrill you've ever had out of all of that?

Well I think I can answer that best by calling attention to the

Bazooka Tooth Be-atch

I say bazooka tooth right?
Bazooka tooth bitch