[Verse 1:]

I cut the ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pidgeon blood and smoke

Load bazooka, scope the culprit hulks over a broken hookah

Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage

Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip

Condition the bodega rodent moment composure

To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen

My 23's lean over a cobra motor milligram bender

Novelty, I tip lids prior to clipping the comradery

Check the muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division

I tug my brim down over my stigmatism

Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered

Last catapult standing in a land of coke and hookers

It's King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms

Just Krylon pigs bred in a hot boxed wigwam

Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the modern day uzi purchase

The foundation of their alacrity makes the umis nervous

Me? Oh I check the newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker

and um... respect, find out what it means to me

New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips

Like my company Delorian's the shit

Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage

He's making paper dolls decorated with targets

He's labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artists

Then tearing out the still beating heart from from the loose-leaf carcass

I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an Archie comic

Built it in three days to float above snarky comments

My gills call the East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations

See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces

My friend jumped off the Empire State Building while I hung with 10th grade head cases

Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads

but they all rep rivets in the die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!?



[Chorus:]

NY Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks

Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people

Im'a thread the needlem just for my people

Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don't get this



[Verse 2:]

Kill 'em all slow, I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up at a C-Rayz-Walz show

Nether-citcuit bacon don't police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate

41 shots over par

Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps

Raise roofs in a glass

Wonkavator, monster maker

Operate wild by the company of unturned stones and litter

Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner

Paid dues since before the days of bad acid and Quaaludes

While the boombox talks trash to the richter

Stalking awkward with a zip lock on the pill hole

Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I'll spend my last dollar on me

Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em

Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum

Put one up for the socially broke, choked and smokey

New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey



[Chorus]