The Mecca
Ay ay ay ay ay!
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never sleeps-sleeps
Took the holy pilgrimage
Took the holy pilgrimage
New York stand up!
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog
Both of my hands put together lookin' back like damn I really made it this far?
I just wanna thank my mom and daddy first of all for all they gave me
I know I been actin' reckless bad attendance all this waitin' has a purpose
I been workin' many silent operations
Never back down if we got an altercation
Tell me somethin' homie
Uh, hrr
Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets
This my reality, to you it's all a dream
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, follow me? (Know what I'm saying?)
I can tell enough about a person from a conversation
I sit back relax and watch the people make my observations
And I'm not the kinda type to ever start a confrontation
Rather keep it peaceful A-salaam aleikum man
How y'all let me out the zoo?
I'm a fucking animal I'm tearin' up the booth (HRRRR)
Got my luggage travelin' I visited the streets (YEAH)
The energy I feel here is gritty as the beat (LET'S GO)
West coast champ had to bring it to the east
That's a "dub" and a "E" that's "WE" motherfucker
And we out here, spittin' heat motherfucker
South for the winter but I'm east for the summer (AI AI)
Everybody raise your motherfucking 40's! (40'S!)
Pour a little down for the homies! (HOMIES!)
Middle fingers up to the police! (POLICE!)
Get the FUCK from my face you don't know me! (KNOW ME!)
Took the holy pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
I blow ya mind every time I rhyme in the booth
My flow is fire ignitin' lightin' a fuse
I refuse to bomb it all like TNT and my reasons be is
My people are bitin' they nails every second they seein' me
I ain't a G, I'ma keep it Z
I'm a motion picture you a bootleg DVD, ha
AND FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK AFTER I DROP THIS VIDEO YOU GOIN' GET A FEATURE FREE!
Past life executed just for speakin' up
Now my execution 'bout speakin' up (AWWWW YEAH!)
Drinkin' water, taking breaths, and keepin' my feet planted
Teeter totter to your left I'm leavin' MC's damaged
When I be on the M-I-C in the NYC in the Bedstuy streets or penthouse suite
I spit sicker than HIV don't stand by me can't get like me
I️ beat you 4 times if the game is best out 3
I leave you home cryin' bring the pain like Kenpachi
I beat you so tired as if my name was M. Ali (THE GREAT!)
You think I'm playin' but am I G? Yes I'm talking to you
Shout out MIGS from Harlem the crew
Shout out Westside Parlé all eyes are on you
I got that West Coast on me all eyes are on me
AND I DON'T NEED NEW YORK HELP TO KNOW I'M A BEAST
I'M A KING
DO YOU HEAR ME?
DO YOU HEAR MEEEE!
Alright
Everybody raise your motherfucking 40's! (40'S!)
Pour a little down for the homies! (HOMIES!)
Middle fingers up to the police! (POLICE!)
Get the FUCK from my face you don't know me! (KNOW ME!)
Took the holy pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never sleeps-sleeps
Took the holy pilgrimage
Took the holy pilgrimage
New York stand up!
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog
Both of my hands put together lookin' back like damn I really made it this far?
I just wanna thank my mom and daddy first of all for all they gave me
I know I been actin' reckless bad attendance all this waitin' has a purpose
I been workin' many silent operations
Never back down if we got an altercation
Tell me somethin' homie
Uh, hrr
Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets
This my reality, to you it's all a dream
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, follow me? (Know what I'm saying?)
I can tell enough about a person from a conversation
I sit back relax and watch the people make my observations
And I'm not the kinda type to ever start a confrontation
Rather keep it peaceful A-salaam aleikum man
How y'all let me out the zoo?
I'm a fucking animal I'm tearin' up the booth (HRRRR)
Got my luggage travelin' I visited the streets (YEAH)
The energy I feel here is gritty as the beat (LET'S GO)
West coast champ had to bring it to the east
That's a "dub" and a "E" that's "WE" motherfucker
And we out here, spittin' heat motherfucker
South for the winter but I'm east for the summer (AI AI)
Everybody raise your motherfucking 40's! (40'S!)
Pour a little down for the homies! (HOMIES!)
Middle fingers up to the police! (POLICE!)
Get the FUCK from my face you don't know me! (KNOW ME!)
Took the holy pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
I blow ya mind every time I rhyme in the booth
My flow is fire ignitin' lightin' a fuse
I refuse to bomb it all like TNT and my reasons be is
My people are bitin' they nails every second they seein' me
I ain't a G, I'ma keep it Z
I'm a motion picture you a bootleg DVD, ha
AND FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK AFTER I DROP THIS VIDEO YOU GOIN' GET A FEATURE FREE!
Past life executed just for speakin' up
Now my execution 'bout speakin' up (AWWWW YEAH!)
Drinkin' water, taking breaths, and keepin' my feet planted
Teeter totter to your left I'm leavin' MC's damaged
When I be on the M-I-C in the NYC in the Bedstuy streets or penthouse suite
I spit sicker than HIV don't stand by me can't get like me
I️ beat you 4 times if the game is best out 3
I leave you home cryin' bring the pain like Kenpachi
I beat you so tired as if my name was M. Ali (THE GREAT!)
You think I'm playin' but am I G? Yes I'm talking to you
Shout out MIGS from Harlem the crew
Shout out Westside Parlé all eyes are on you
I got that West Coast on me all eyes are on me
AND I DON'T NEED NEW YORK HELP TO KNOW I'M A BEAST
I'M A KING
DO YOU HEAR ME?
DO YOU HEAR MEEEE!
Alright
Everybody raise your motherfucking 40's! (40'S!)
Pour a little down for the homies! (HOMIES!)
Middle fingers up to the police! (POLICE!)
Get the FUCK from my face you don't know me! (KNOW ME!)
Took the holy pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Viray
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