New York - Angel Haze

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I’m running, running through the jungle

Running like a slave through the underground tunnel

Told y'all niggas better get these bitches

Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches

I am lyrical intrusion

You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion

I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step

Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick

Uh, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures

Like I’m fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga

Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga

I am whatever they say I am

Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium

Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them

I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert

I run New York, I run New York

I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon

That went missing from a dungeon

Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing

Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee

I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now

Running my fields and you midgets on your first down

I love it when these bitches know I’m better than them

Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them

I’m a fire in the midst of a forest ‘round bitches

And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches

Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches

And you bitches are lyrically

Like some fucking down syndrome, no offense

No shade 'n all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl

You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid

Yeah I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do

[Chorus]

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert

I run New York, I run New York

I'm a lyrical criminal general

Take shots, but never subliminal

Don’t stop, ever continual

Running and running but never in intervals

Can’t even stomach the shit that I’m finna do

Y'all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you

If you front, I’m gon' put and end to you

I’m like Scorpion, bitch I will finish you

'Make It Nasty', real real nasty

Why you bitches running like you will get past me?

Won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when I’m off it

Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin

It’s just me, myself and I

Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die

Ask why?

Because I’m better than you’ll ever be

That’s why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert

I run New York, I run New York