[Lyric] New York (Angel Haze)

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I'm running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y'all niggas, better get these bitches
'Cause I spit 'til my lips need sixteen stitches
Uh, I am lyrical intrusion
You bitches can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step
'Til I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick
Uh, I'm nasty, nigga
Like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I'm fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga
Or the skin on the feet of an ashy nigga
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium
Fuck them other bitches, I sound better in the place of them
I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem
[Chorus]
Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York
I run New York

[Verse 2]
Uh, I am zero past a hundred
Spitting like a dragon that went missing from a dungeon
Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I'm Satan and I'ma take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you niggas on your first down
I love it when these bitches know I'm better than them
'Cause I don't hear not a word or a letter from 'em
I'm a fire in the midst of the forest 'round bitches
And I rap elliptical orbits 'round bitches
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches
And you bitches are lyrically like some fucking down syndrome
No offense, no shade and all
But y'all bitches on knees like babies' crawls
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah, I hear you, don't talk, bitch, duke it
[Chorus]
Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York

[Verse 3]
I'm a lyrical criminal general
Take shots, but never subliminal
Don't stop, ever continual
Running and running, but never in the intervals
Can't even stomach the shit that I'm finna do
Y'all niggas run from the shit that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gon' put an end to you
I'm like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you
Uh, make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you bitches running like you will get past me?
Won't happen, you bitches could get on when I'm off it
Try to cross me now, you'll be gone in a coffin
I, it's just me, myself, and I
Talk tough shit and I'ma beat you 'til you die
Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D
[Chorus]
Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York