Real New York lyrics

by

Large Professor


[Intro: Homeboy Sandman]
Sosa I promise
Sosa Sosa Sosa

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
Hey yo I'm all better
Far as trades go, jack of all
Back and forth
Preponderance of y'all
Jabberjaws jacking off
Don't make me take my jacket off
Knock it off
Check out them broads I be knocking off
Dropping off
Top it off
Anytime I take a loss, shake it off (word)
You don't want no beef stroganoff
You don't get no beats, you just be strokin' off
You don't get broken off
You are not hot enough for taking they clothing off
You are not cold enough
I am not going hard I'm holding off
Go and take Tylenol
You do not got the balls
You don't know how to ball, not at all
You might need Ritalin or Adderall
You might be better off sitting at your pad playing paddleball
You don't wanna battle with a cat with my catalogue
Digital or analogue
Even with a cannonball or cattle prod
Better flee to Myanmar or Zanzibar
Peeling through Babylon
Hands not on handlebars
You ain't got the ac*men to handle bars
You should just pack it in
You are just saccharin mallomars
Know that y'all fans of ours
You talk sh*t like senators
Go half ass like minotaurs
Homey we the Julliard
Rest of y'all are kindergarten
Me and I Am Many like oil and vinegar
Ggrraahhh!!!

[Hook: Homeboy Sandman]
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!

[Verse Two: I Am Many]
Bar hopping, car robbing, purse snatching
Rapping a perverse verse in reverse, he first, it's me verse the earth, (breath) nickel bag of dirt
Triple fat goose & boom box booming
Ba ba ba ba ba ba booming
I'm at the park doing the barbecue
Sharp du, due to what the barber do
Barbra cute, little mean
I don't mean to bother you
I do mean to borrow you
There's a part of me that goes with a part of you
Seeing citi bikes go unharmed is horrible
Don't these yuppie f*ck heads bother you?
Now you're wearing helmets, some pair of balls
Hope you make the wrong turn somewhere and fall
The white wife beater reign supreme over all with the exception of the denim overalls
f*ck it it's IAMMANY, sh*t try to impress him
I step in the session rep'n the reckoning
Beckoning veterans
Stepping to better men
But I'm OK Solo, the incredible letterman
They don't want to let him in, cause they don't want to let him win
A gentleman slash Rebel, level x general, the greatest bravest fakers get the testicles..... Out

[Hook: Homeboy Sandman]
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!
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