Intro - Masta Killa

New York, New York, New York, New York, he he, yeah…

New York, New York, New York, New York, yo!

My devastating hot East New York mentality

Keep me on point for my million dollar salary

Heavy weight lyrics never lost one calorie

Fat stacks, drug dealing styles the black AC

Nickel-plated macs, We pack the chrome tecs, yes

From one single idea, everything appeared here

Understanding makes my truth crystal clear

A yo, snap out of Candy Land kids, the old rumor is

Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like

Cross color clothes crossing over, getting crossed out

Criss crossing we bossing all cross breeds

I’m a knowledge seed, I want action, that’s what I need

Never no doubt in my mind, it’s the rhyme

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, defeat, it’s not meant for me

Victorious with no opponent that blast through components

Jamel Irief raising hell with the flavor

Smoking on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier