[00:00.00] 作词 : Angel Haze/William McNair/Gil Scott-Heron
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Angel Haze/William McNair/Gil Scott-Heron
[00:19.57]I'm running, running through the jungle
[00:21.62]Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
[00:23.71]Told y'all niggas that I'd get these b*****s
[00:26.25]Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
[00:28.20]I am lyrical intrusion
[00:30.70]You b*****s can't see me like I'm really an illusion
[00:33.04]I hop up on your face and do my mother****ing two-step
[00:35.47]Till I knock the meat out like a mother****ing toothpick
[00:38.12]Uh, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
[00:42.20]Like I'm ****ing Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga
[00:44.69]Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
[00:48.17]I am whatever they say I am
[00:49.37]Bumping like the asses on them thick b*****s at Stadium
[00:51.72]**** them other b*****s I sound better in the place of them
[00:54.02]I killed this shit, this the mother****ing requiem
[00:56.75]Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
[00:58.94]Calls from overseas like a mother****ing crusade
[01:01.43]Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
[01:03.68]Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
[01:07.36]I run New York, I run New York
[01:15.90]I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
[01:18.59]That went missing from a dungeon
[01:20.14]Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
[01:22.28]Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
[01:24.68]I'm satan, and I'm a take your ass to church now
[01:27.16]Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
[01:29.30]I love it when these b*****s know I'm better than them
[01:31.60]Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them
[01:34.09]I'm a fire in the midst of a forest 'round b*****s
[01:36.29]And I rap elliptical orbits round b*****s
[01:38.73]Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, b*****s
[01:40.93]And you b*****s are lyrically
[01:42.92]Like some ****ing down syndrome, no offence
[01:44.41]No shade 'n all, but y'all b*****s on knees like babies crawl
[01:46.65]You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
[01:50.40]Yeah I hear you, don't talk b***h, do
[01:53.03]Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
[01:55.33]Calls from overseas like a mother****ing crusade
[01:57.52]Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
[02:00.06]Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
[02:03.70]I run New York, I run New York
[02:13.06]I run New York, I run New York
[02:21.38]I'm lyrical and I'm general
[02:22.32]Take shots, but never subliminal
[02:23.27]Don't stop, continue on running around
[02:24.46]But never in intervals, can't stomach the shit that I'm fin'na do
[02:26.66]Ya'll niggas want the shit that I'm giving you
[02:27.86]If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you
[02:28.95]I'm like Scorpion, b***h I will finish you
[02:30.75]Make it nasty, real, real nasty
[02:32.74]Why you b*****s running like you will get past me?
[02:34.93]Won't happen, you b*****s could get on, when I'm off it
[02:37.13]Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin
[02:39.56]It's just me, myself and I
[02:41.90]Talk tough shit and I'm a beat you till you die
[02:44.29]Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be
[02:46.44]That's why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D
[02:49.23]Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
[02:51.37]Calls from oversea like a mother****ing crusade
[02:53.93]Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt
[02:58.20]Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
[03:00.06]I run New York, I run New York
[03:09.32]I run New York, I run New York

作词 : Angel Haze/William McNair/Gil Scott-Heron
作曲 : Angel Haze/William McNair/Gil Scott-Heron
I'm running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y'all niggas that I'd get these b*****s
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am lyrical intrusion
You b*****s can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my mother****ing two-step
Till I knock the meat out like a mother****ing toothpick
Uh, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I'm ****ing Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick b*****s at Stadium
**** them other b*****s I sound better in the place of them
I killed this shit, this the mother****ing requiem
Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a mother****ing crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York, I run New York
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'm a take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it when these b*****s 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*****s
And I rap elliptical orbits round b*****s
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, b*****s
And you b*****s are lyrically
Like some ****ing down syndrome, no offence
No shade 'n all, but y'all b*****s 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***h, do
Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a mother****ing crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till 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
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 shit that I'm fin'na do
Ya'll niggas want the shit that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you
I'm like Scorpion, b***h I will finish you
Make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you b*****s running like you will get past me?
Won't happen, you b*****s 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 shit and I'm a beat you till 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
Sick b***h, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a mother****ing crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till 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