{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
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