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Yeah, somethin' designed to make your spine wind one time
With DJ Honda, this is how we represent
Y'knowhatI'msayin? We gon' bash you in the head with somethin'
Real real nice, y'all hold on
Here we go, check it out
And you don't stop
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
Walk in New York with the big stick loaded
Most voted for by daily tabloid
From Tokyo to Roppongi Square, I'll be there
And as the plan unfurls, I freak the geisha girls
Sadat X, I'm on New York, then the yellow cabs
I move your pectoral muscle on down to your abs
My man Honda, not the car but the DJ
Attack the pans and move fast with your hands
I've been to wild lands and walked across the burning sands
Can I have a little more sake in my cup?
Yo Honda, I'm kind of fond of these Japanese women
They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud
There's room for one more, three's never a crowd, huh
My cloak and dagger is enough to make you swagger
Been on this here stage since twelve years of age, hah
The pleasure principle is invisible
Sight unseen, I'm long and lean
It's like that, Sadat X is the president, hah
Live and on stage, New York resident, check it
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
Uh-oh, cameras and flicks, reporters all on my shit
Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan
Chewin' me and my man, we chinky off the scama
They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathan
Meditatin', mad Gucci, eatin' sushi
With the chicks who sport links and Giorgio Armani
See me and my China mami slippin' outta town
She love a nigga long time, still holdin' me down
And tell 'em the King of New York, a black Frank White
Aight then, I'm still politicin', scrapin' all the paper in
Bring the sake in, the Bronx got a brother thinkin'
Live Tokyo walk, Sadat'll blow the spot up
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
It's time to run right through ya like white castles do ya
Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya
Brothers here can't get a red penny
Mess around and catch a bad one like that Devil Denney
Nowadays I'm real leary on the Hilfiger
Hit them people off, now it's time to see a nigga
A fat Benz, seven digits and all that
'Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfiger on the map
It's time to surrender, servin' MC's like a bartender
Monkey wrench your whole agenda
Brothers got more game than Bob Barker
But I'm smoother than Peter Parker
In junior high I kept vodka in my locker
Mama love don't get home 'til 6:30
Bag a joint, push to the room and get dirty
I'm puttin' MC's to the curb
Puttin' brothers outta business like Barney did Big Bird
I got to have it bad, I'm hungry, mess around, I'll swallow ya
More hungry than a nigga in Somalia
Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it
Not gonna let it go
My rhymes vary 'cause I'm good like Kerry
I pop shit like a cherry, make it blue like berry
I stay thinkin', me take shorts is dead as stinkin'
I spent my loot on my knickers down to my last Lincoln
Oh, let me out so I can run my route
Plus make the girls pout 'cause I am trippin' out
Baby, no maybe baby, on top like gravy
Run with more motherfuckers than the Navy
No fakin', I push the As-salamu alaykum
While brothers turnin' foul like bacon
You can't steal the style 'cause it's taken
I leave you in your boots shakin'
While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'
No diggity, no doubt
With my man Honda, and I'm out
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze
From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's
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