The City - Necro, Kool G Rap, The Godfathers

Bitch this verse is your obituary

Hit you very hard

Til you twitch like Klitschko split ya

Get you worried

Shoot that piece of shit

8 inch blade gut you

Flinch when I cut you

Headbutt you in a clinch

Sharp axe up your cardiovascular

Spill your plasma, smooth like a jazz player, blast slayer

You’re dearly departed in the casket

Full of bullets after I blast at your head

Leave you with a raspberry beret

Massacred, found in a barn in Nebraska

Cold like Alaska legend like Sasquatch

The definition of masculine and mass killing

Dusted like Joplin dropping Mescaline

Strychnine, rat killer, pest control

Kill you like Cholesterol

Rapping death I’m the best of all time

Let’s Celebrate a festival of crime

Digestible fresh if you test I’ll pull the nine

New York City

Pop 9's slumming in the city

Packin my gat gettin dirty and gritty

Cop dimes sellin in the city

Cut the back of your neck

Gemstar, not pretty

On the verge of a murder wave, burner spray

Mercury tip shit, vibrate every disc in your vertebrae

Viet Veteran vest desert of metal and

Sword for severing heads off, Get Red Cross

Hostile mentality no hospitality

Considering what the hospital bed cost

Get John Lennon’d, kronze bomb your land

Lend em a few from out the Remington

Word is bond, you feminine

Blow slugs get no love this ain’t Wimbledon

Deadly stares from teddy bears

My thugs Gremlins

Real dealy

Like hill billies, you still silly

Leave you still as Achilles

Under lillies who still feel me

Smooth jigaboo, trigger crew, blickas move

Better respect the sket or

Hit the deck like skipper shoes

Ridicule I’ma riddle dudes, the kid loose

Use the ratchet in the black jacket to twist a screw

Pop 9's slumming in the city

Packin my gat gettin dirty and gritty

Cop dimes sellin in the city

Cut the back of your neck

Gemstar, not pretty

Queens Nigga

(Brooklyn Kid)

Bronx

(Shaolin)

Manhattan

(Rep That)

Queens Nigga

(Brooklyn Kid)

New York City

(NYC)