the rhyme king
truth.com
For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
nikkas in Paris, but what about the city?
I’m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya’ll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all ya’ll patient
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I’m coming for the belt and I stay H’ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
nikka always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I’m the city’s saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the k-k-keys the whole time
Ain’t gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old nikkas trying to live off their old bodies
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
nikkas in Paris, but what about the city?
I’m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya’ll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all ya’ll patient
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I’m coming for the belt and I stay H’ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
nikka always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I’m the city’s saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the k-k-keys the whole time
Ain’t gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old nikkas trying to live off their old bodies
These young nikkas think they killing shyt, they nobodies
