Homeboy Sandman, I Am Many - Real New York lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman, I Am Many - Real New York lyrics]
Sosa I promise sosa Sosa Sosa
Hey yo I'm all better
Far as trades go, jack of all back and forth
Preponderance of y'all
Jabberjaws jacking off
Don't make me take my jacket off
Knock it off
Check out them broads I be knocking off
Dropping off top it off
Anytime I take a loss, shake it off (word)
You don't want no beef stroganoff
You don't get no beats
You just be strokin' off
You don't get broken off
You are not hot enough for
Taking they clothing off
You are not cold enough
I am not going hard I'm holding off
Go and take Tylenol you do not got the balls
You don't know how to ball, not at all
You might need Ritalin or Adderall
You might be better off sitting
At your pad playing paddleball
You don't wanna battle with a
Cat with my catalogue digital or analogue
Even with a cannonball or cattle prod
Better flee to Myanmar or Zanzibar
Peeling through Babylon
Hands not on handlebars
You ain't got the acumen to handle bars
You should just pack it in
You are just saccharin mallomars
Know that y'all fans of ours
You talk shit like senators
Go half ass like minotaurs
Homey we the Julliard
Rest of y'all are kindergarten
Me and I Am Many like oil and vinegar
Ggrraahhh!
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!
Bar hopping, car robbing, purse snatching
Rapping a perverse verse in
Reverse, he first, it's me verse the earth
(breath) nickel bag of dirt
Triple fat goose & boom box booming
Ba ba ba ba ba ba booming
I'm at the park doing the barbecue
Sharp du, due to what the barber do
Barbra cute, little mean
I don't mean to bother you
I do mean to borrow you
There's a part of me that goes
With a part of you
Seeing citi bikes go unharmed is horrible
Don't these yuppie fuck heads bother you?
Now you're wearing helmets
Some pair of balls hope you make the wrong
Turn somewhere and fall
The white wife beater reign supreme over all
With the exception of the denim overalls
Fuck it it's IAMMANY, shit try to impress him
I step in the session rep'n the reckoning
Beckoning veterans stepping to better men
But, I'm OK Solo, the incredible letterman
They don't want to let him in
Cause they don't want to let him win
A gentleman slash Rebel, level x general
The greatest bravest fakers get
The testicles out
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!
Hey yo I'm all better
Far as trades go, jack of all back and forth
Preponderance of y'all
Jabberjaws jacking off
Don't make me take my jacket off
Knock it off
Check out them broads I be knocking off
Dropping off top it off
Anytime I take a loss, shake it off (word)
You don't want no beef stroganoff
You don't get no beats
You just be strokin' off
You don't get broken off
You are not hot enough for
Taking they clothing off
You are not cold enough
I am not going hard I'm holding off
Go and take Tylenol you do not got the balls
You don't know how to ball, not at all
You might need Ritalin or Adderall
You might be better off sitting
At your pad playing paddleball
You don't wanna battle with a
Cat with my catalogue digital or analogue
Even with a cannonball or cattle prod
Better flee to Myanmar or Zanzibar
Peeling through Babylon
Hands not on handlebars
You ain't got the acumen to handle bars
You should just pack it in
You are just saccharin mallomars
Know that y'all fans of ours
You talk shit like senators
Go half ass like minotaurs
Homey we the Julliard
Rest of y'all are kindergarten
Me and I Am Many like oil and vinegar
Ggrraahhh!
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!
Bar hopping, car robbing, purse snatching
Rapping a perverse verse in
Reverse, he first, it's me verse the earth
(breath) nickel bag of dirt
Triple fat goose & boom box booming
Ba ba ba ba ba ba booming
I'm at the park doing the barbecue
Sharp du, due to what the barber do
Barbra cute, little mean
I don't mean to bother you
I do mean to borrow you
There's a part of me that goes
With a part of you
Seeing citi bikes go unharmed is horrible
Don't these yuppie fuck heads bother you?
Now you're wearing helmets
Some pair of balls hope you make the wrong
Turn somewhere and fall
The white wife beater reign supreme over all
With the exception of the denim overalls
Fuck it it's IAMMANY, shit try to impress him
I step in the session rep'n the reckoning
Beckoning veterans stepping to better men
But, I'm OK Solo, the incredible letterman
They don't want to let him in
Cause they don't want to let him win
A gentleman slash Rebel, level x general
The greatest bravest fakers get
The testicles out
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
Boy Sand come and tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's work)
Y'all don't know about the real New York
I Am Many had to tell you
Bout the real New York (well that's true)
Tell 'em!