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step one "walk in new york" - kane mayfield lyrics

make way for the wake……. of the folks that’s left in my boats motor
understand i’m the middle of the ocean.. you dip your little toe…
you think the waters too cold, when i spit choo n-ggas fro-zen
like tai chi blow outs…
be-hind thee, sl!ck enough to slide grease
high knee dug out…
…in other words put my foot up in that -ss, like a wedgie
and my pedigree, is k!ll em with a mask
im jason, mike myers, point break in a bank
point blank with the ink, no oink taking the case
toys paint, till yo pain run all ape on the page
get yo book of life closed…
my foes resting in… power…
….when flows rip em to pieces
throw bows hitting my knees
cause this bloak tall as a tower..
like .. “yo you see my sun k!llin”…
the home of the giants with the fee fi fum n-gga
the boom bring the silence and the triage dumb n-ggas
a see god…
rush em through the er..
f-ck em sun, i suffers no peon
gladly… wack mc’s ask for me
my 16′s sistine masterpiece
burn like listerine you spit free after me
my words too vividly afflict-ting casualty
…get your pen game broken in half
learn division for you cope with my math
you get back…..
rough enough to vote for the draft…
my sh-t sp-ck… pendous
stew… tacular
i’m old school rocking leather medallions of africa
with boat shoes, and blue ground effects on a maxima
i blew down your best… (||)
fric-ssee your dog like a carryout
and drew down on vets… you know
bring the mack to em…
give daps, crack jokes, and spat verses
to slap that -ss stupid
i’m a problem…. rapping like “you asked me to do this”
you a mars run… i’m fresh enough they ask me to joop it..
tur (tear).. perturb.. little girls when i stert smirking
call em b-tches just to slow that down like i serve syrup
you know… you a purse sn-tch.. perpetrating burglary
i ethnic cleanse till the streets a run burgundy
the best of friends fist fight over my verses deep…
depth… one n-gga say i’m a poet, and i’m smoking just laughing up on the steps
while they bleed over which freestyle compares best
oh you got some blog comments ha?…
yea that’s cute…. and you been rapping all this time
that’s croosh…. cause i’d a had to draw that line
screaming cut me a check for i cut me a neck
my veins don’t pump ice and ain’t no drug dealer rep
so if they f-ck with my sh-t… it must be… respect!!!

- kane mayfield lyrics

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