The Bad Seeds, Mims, Talib Kweli - Yankee Fitted lyrics

I swear on my Yankee fitted
I'm 'bout business
Jesus, God, Muhammad, Allah, my witness
NY stand up, y'all know what this is
(this is) one for New York you bitches
Set the record straight, I rep the state
Everywhere I go the fitted attract hate
The NY logo, they say "Oh, no!"
New York in the building, don't speed
Go slow shout to westside, shout to south
Shout to midwest overseas in depth
Shout to everywhere I ain't even been yet
But when I touchdown one thing you can bet
I got my fitted on, who wanna get it on?
Even when I'm dolo, the borough and the logo
I'm so NY, oh and I
Walk with a bop like my toes just died
The hat speak for me, I don't vocalize
Swing my arm like a hammer
Til I broke his eye
New York's on, yeah, and the pope get high
Yo pass my fitted, let me show this guy I
Got it in blue, got it in
Red I, got it in black, matter of fact
You could tell an NY nigga how he wear it
If it ain't about the fitted hat
I don't wanna hear it

That's my Yankee fitted
That's my Yankee fitted
That's my Yankee fitted, that's that Yankee
(Hey)
And everywhere we go, they already know
That's that Yankee fitted
That's my Yankee fitted
That's that Yankee (Talib Kweli, Blacksmith)

My New Era Yankee fitted is so money
The way your hat fit on your head is so funny
You bummy, it's so laughable
I'm so international
I'm always on the runway no fashion show
Places I have to go, you can't get to it
No MetroCard
Wear it on stage and I sweat a lot
So you can tell I'm working
I got a reservoir of fitteds, 7 and 1
4th the fit is so perfect
I stay loyal to the royal blue
They call the Apple rotten cause New
York City will spoil you
Sometimes I switch it up, with
The fedora or the applejack
'til I'm ready to bring the Apple back
That's when I open up my closet door
And find a cap to match the Spike
Lee Jordans on the closet floor
Me and my fitteds travel many miles
Before every tour I stop and try on the?

I been around the world and I I I
I keeps my Yankee fitted
Brim tucked low across my eye's why
Sometimes I can't see shit but yo
I go hard for my city no pause
Me I ball like I have no draws
I had to pause on that, I sound reckless
I'm from New Yitty the
City that found Precious
Yep yep, I rap hard when I'm OT
I got the game on wrap like I'm Roti
No seguro my nigga, that means no sleep
I hit the club like pussy
Meat and I'm so deep
I got a big ego, I make big bread
Ask these bitches they tell you
I got a big head that's cause most of y'all
Niggas ain't really livin'
You couldn't walk a day in my fitted
Nigga you kiddin'?