New York City Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 

We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 

There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit 

I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap 

I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste 

A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit 

The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs 

with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll 

Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit 

HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's 

Soft jazz and homo R&B 

I ain't payin for that Allure shit 

Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it 

I guarantee you get bad karma 

Fly leather coat with the Coach bag 

You step in shit, choose the Daily News 

The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles 

You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit 

(Wipe that shit off your soles) 

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[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 

I'm straight up on the butt-ass transit 

I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway 

My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit 

Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues 

Bitch you need to get out the boroughs 

and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin 

Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin 

Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin 

Eat your breakfast muffin 

My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather 

I ain't say nothin 

Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin 

The freak on the train is bustin 

I was sittin here first, you wasn't 

I know you goin home to masturbate 

Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin 

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[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 

Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? 

You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid 

Girls and guys I'm not frontin 

Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table 

Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon 

You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags 

Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin 

Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin 

The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit 

The Bell system fraud 

Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot 

Ladies don't invite me over 

Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot 

Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot 

Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop 

You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot 

[Chorus] - 2X 

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 

We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 

There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit 

I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap 

I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste 

A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit 

The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs 

with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll 

Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit 

HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's 

Soft jazz and homo R&B 

I ain't payin for that Allure shit 

Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it 

I guarantee you get bad karma 

Fly leather coat with the Coach bag 

You step in shit, choose the Daily News 

The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles 

You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit 

(Wipe that shit off your soles) 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 

I'm straight up on the butt-ass transit 

I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway 

My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit 

Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues 

Bitch you need to get out the boroughs 

and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin 

Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin 

Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin 

Eat your breakfast muffin 

My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather 

I ain't say nothin 

Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin 

The freak on the train is bustin 

I was sittin here first, you wasn't 

I know you goin home to masturbate 

Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 

Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? 

You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid 

Girls and guys I'm not frontin 

Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table 

Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon 

You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags 

Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin 

Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin 

The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit 

The Bell system fraud 

Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot 

Ladies don't invite me over 

Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot 

Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot 

Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop 

You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot 

[Chorus] - 2X