N.Y. Electric

Aesop Rock

New York (indistinct) Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state Just for my people Just for my people Just for my people Just for my people Get down I cut the ropes (breath) Fresh cut as a pigeon blooded smoke Load bazooka Stoke the cobra coats over a broken hookah Got rabble pants with psycho dance and cook because the wattage Electric yoke N.Y. there’s gonna be movie sluts in gospels Finish the bodega rode in moment composure to echo Nammen uncommon Doubt monkey polish My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender Book novelty A tip lives prior to clippin' 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 f***er 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 s*** 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 s***ty 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 tenth grade head cases (Suck ? fame is) Some of them lost the base hit While they all read brims in the metal die cast Vol-tron 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) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) Here we go Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da Beaker one-nine-nine-eleven-o-one 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 at a crazy wall’s show Never circuit bacon don’t police me anymore You’re a trained professional ? forty-one 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 turn stones 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 f***er 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) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) I’m a thread the needle (just for my people) Here we go Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da It go beaker one-nine-nine-eleven-o-one witness, maybe you don’t get this B**** I didn’t expect it dog Yes people N-Y electric Welcome to N-Y Electra Where buildings fall and hopes crash Yeah, I’m vast air from can Knox Peace to Adam’s fam Juggernauts, strong hold That’s my mother f***in 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 fifteen, twenty 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 b****

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