I’m running, running through the jungle,
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel.
Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches.
I am lyrical intrusion,
You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion.
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking two step
Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick.
Ah, 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 a ashy nigga.
I am whatever they say I am,
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums,
Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them,
I kill this shit, this the motherfucking requiem.
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade,
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts,
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert.
I run New York, I run New York. (x2)
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 midgets 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 them.
I’m a fire in the midst of a 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 offence.
No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl.
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid.
Yeah, I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do.
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade,
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts,
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert.
I run New York, I run New York (x2)
I’m lyrical and I'm general,
Take shots, but never subliminal.
Don’t stop, ever continual, running around
But never in intervals, can't stomach the shit that I’m fine to do,
Y’all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you,
If you front, I’m gonn put an end to you.
I’m like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you.
Making 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 be going in a coffin.
It’s just me, myself and I,
Talk tough shit and I’ma 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 bitch, chicken noodle soup face,
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade,
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts,
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit in Covert.
I run New York, I run New York. (x2)