New York, New York,
it’s a hell of a town,
yeah, I got my B-Boy Bouillabaisse
and I’m stirring it around,
the Crest of the Nevidi Galinee
on the side of the cauldron with the words scrawled under it,
yeah, you don’t know what they say, I guess it’s your lucky day
cause if you knew how to speak it then you’d turn on the vacancy light
for every Demon and Sprite to step right up,
to step right into you and take possession from another dimension,
it doesn’t matter to them if you’re a mason or shriner,
to them, you all look like the St. Claire diner in Cobble Hill,
Gobble you they will
and the only thing that can stop them
is the motherfuckin Falcon that they fear still,
yeah, they call me King of the Ill
I’m in the Optical’s angry company,
that’s why I mean business,
yes, I’m the King, there’s no comparison,
don’t be Harrison, cause you can’t afford
to miss being a witness to this,
say it however you want to,
“Potato”, “Potahto”
but you’re gonna get the Kiss of Death
cause l know it was you Fredo,
I fathered God,
my feathers and my scales have got to be the Grail,
that’s why your girl gives me head
like what the hammer hit when it met with the nail
When the Illuminati first heard my rhymes
they started shuddering,
they took the red phone with the one red button and hit it
then the Lady in Red rubbed her clit
and came cumming down a dream
seen by the one eye peeping tom,
a petty argument ensued and it was concluded
that the Illuminati is screwed,
my technique is a brute on the loose
and yours is an itsy bitsy weak squeaking shrew,
squish under my lyrical shoe,
yes, its true, what comes a-spherical goes a-spherical,
are you catching all of this hysterical miraculous miracle?
I’m the mythical embodied in a body of flesh, aint it great?
I’m back, cracked open the Gate,
unlocked the crate full of the dead,
yes, I’m here and I’m touching base like Phil Lesh
I’m in the Optical’s angry company,
that’s why I mean business,
yes, I’m the King, there’s no comparison,
don’t be Harrison, cause you can’t afford
to miss being a witness to this,
say it however you want to,
“Potato”, “Potahto”
but you’re gonna get the Kiss of Death
cause l know it was you Fredo,
I fathered God,
my feathers and my scales have got to be the Grail
that’s why your girl gives me head
like what the hammer hit when it met with the nail
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