Verse 1:
Who you know that could hold the coast down?
New York Militia, holding the fort down
New York Militia, outta control now
Memo to all: I'm setting you hoes down
Memo to all: your styles are broke down
Plain and generic, old and decrepit
Verbal assailant, the mic that I'm holding my weapon
Listen up closely I'll teach you young n*ggas lesson, check it
G’s up n*gga, hoes down
If the b*tch can’t swim, then the b*tch gon' drown, uh
But I'ma keep this all on wax
Be back the next verse to bring the bars right back, ugh
Chorus:
Here we go
Dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Diggy dangy dang
(Repeat 2x)
Dialogue:
There is no color in music
I'm glad you didn't meet Hendrix and tell him that
There is no color in music, man
Sometimes when I trip, I feel like I'm hanging out with Hendrix
Well it's not a human color
The color you see when you trip is...neon
Verse 2:
Lyrical warfare, napalm in your crosshairs
Run this town, I'm the boss here
It's the ego-maniacal, diabolical
Vividly spitting these bullets to the abdominal, super volatile
On that note, pump up the volume
Pin the needle and scratch up the vinyl
n*ggas just need to be exiled
All of them tight jeans and feminine textiles
They call me Oscar O'Neill, the ruler
The verbal abuser, the n*gga who ruptures medullas
But I'ma keep this all on wax
Welcome Trouble n*gga, New York back
Dialogue:
What's wrong with the music out now?
I don't know what they say
My son understands it, I don't know what they say
I hear the beat, the beat is great
What they're saying, I'm lost
Is what they're saying important anymore?
No, most of the time it's just (unintelligible)
I mean it doesn't make sense
I mean music now is not music of before
It made sense
Now you can just say one word through the whole album and you got a hit
[Brooklyn Bound, C Local]
This is a Brooklyn Bound C local train
The next stop is: 14th Street
Stand clear of the closing doors, please