{Melachi The Nutcracker}
Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my back
It's going on black, and I'm out to get mines
Bust in the place with a New York rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't know what the time is
Mess around with the wrong one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the blunts
Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt
Don't front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and like George likes Pits
Cuz I flex with a Polo around my wrist
Nothing changed...
{Lil Dap}
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on cats
Now that I'm back, puttin Brooklyn down on the map
Cuz you know this camera's on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Tear Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I master thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track
You bust you neen, I bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To blow my enemies off the map, If they try to attack...
Chorus 2X: Lil Dap
Oh Sweet America, how could it be?
Can't see my people dying in the streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor
Understanding what's right, realizing what's wrong
*(second time, the last line gets left out)*
{Melachi The Nutcracker}
Yo I salute the mic, when I take flight
Plus my styles real hype, and I'm feeling allright
So go with the flow, let's see what all of you know
I flip like G.I. Joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you know it's about that time
My people losing their mind, off the Group Home rhyme
Murdering crime, people on the streets playing for
