เนื้อเพลง New York - Angel Haze

[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
Uh
I'm running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y'all n*ggas that I'd get these b*tches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am lyrical intrusion
You b*tches can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my motherf*cking two-step
Till I knock the meat out like a motherf*cking toothpick
Uh, I'm nasty n*gga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I'm f*cking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B n*gga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy n*gga
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick b*tches at Stadium
F*ck them other b*tches I sound better in the place of them
I killed this sh*t, this the motherf*cking requiem

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh*t in Covert
I run New York, I run New York

[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That went missing from a dungeon
Y'all a bunch of n*ggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I'm satan, and I'm a take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it when these b*tches 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 b*tches
And I rap elliptical orbits round b*tches
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, b*tches
And you b*tches are lyrically
Like some f*cking down syndrome, no offence
No shade 'n all, but y'all b*tches on knees like babies crawl
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah I hear you, don't talk b*tch, do

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh*t in Covert
I run New York, I run New York
I run New York, I run New York

[Verse 3: Angel Haze]
I'm lyrical and I'm general
Take shots, but never subliminal
Don't stop, continue on running around
But never in intervals, can't stomach the sh*t that I'm fin'na do
Ya'll n*ggas want the sh*t that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you
I'm like Scorpion, b*tch I will finish you
Make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you b*tches running like you will get past me?
Won't happen, you b*tches could get on, when I'm off it
Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin
It's just me, myself and I
Talk tough sh*t and I'm a beat you till you die
Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why my sh*t make your sh*t seem lighter than Heavy D

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh*t in Covert
I run New York, I run New York
I run New York, I run New York