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sophisticated - almighty u-sorcerer lyrics

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[intro]
-record scratching-
“it’s up to you-you-you-you,”
“new york, new york!”
“king of the h-hi-hill!”
“n-n-n-new york, new york!”

[verse one]
i keep bring bruised faces and black eyes
t-tanic flow type cause you rappers capsized
sophisticated styles, sophisticated dignity
instantly, i been on the streetlights literally
ability, baton rouge shooting and executions
no solution in sight, city fires, pollutions
police officers knocking at my door looking for me
i hide cause they know i got betty crocker cooking for me
(new york-new york!) yeah, that’s brooklyn for me
all of these other rappers out here seeming crooked to me
all of these other rappers, they need some re-ssurance
recurrence, run into me, they gonna need insurance
this the life story, the real story, autobiography
seeing sickness in the city, i know this sh-t p-rnography
possibly, cause other rappers think it’s comedy
mess with me, you rappers gonna need cosmetology!

[hook]
(new york, new york!)
yeah, this city sophisticated
this flow so refrigerated
(new york, new york!)
brooklyn so sophisticated
get creative or you gettin’ wasted
(new york, new york!)
staten so sophisticated
new york so intimidating
(new york, new york!)
yeah, this city sophisticated
all my lyrics so innovative!

[verse two]
stuttering, rappers here be blubbering
shuttering their eyes when they girls keep smothering
on a brother from an another mother, they keep suffering
puzzling, no cameras, no flashes, no government
autobiography, all of my geometry is inside of the economy
i’ll give a rapper a lobotomy, no apology
writing this discography, velocity
only money you fakers get is monopoly
(new york, new york!) all my lyrics at the max
all you puppets, y’all earwax, i’m still countin’ all my racks
that’s just facts, i attack opening acts with my no relax
i step over the cracks and get that crack in halifax
listen, i hate a goofy especially
secondly, you couldn’t touch my street if it was sesame
other rappers out ruining my reputation
none of the rappers can breathe again, hyperventilation!

[hook]

[outro]
-record scratching while instrumental plays-

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