[Intro:]
Listen, I asked y'all not to stand on top of them cabinets
Now, I'm not gonna ask you no more
Yo, you know about the subway trains
Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Bronx
Everything’s moving fast
[Verse 1]
As the earth travel ‘round the sun every year
Circulated ideas within the hemisphere
The earth just spinning at the exact same time
Then the center of the galaxy, beautiful mind
This galaxy move endless through space
Pulling the planets along the same way
360 degrees they all rotate
And you still saying never been no place
‘round and ‘round and ‘round ‘round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
They all are spinning in the same direction
Music of the spirit god mixed, erected
When he scratched, where we at
New York, New York, laying here on the map
MTA subways with graffiti
FDNY, NYPD
Twists, locks, breaks, Nefertiti
Yo, yo, yo, I got the mixtape CDs
Please, god, please, god, what’s today’s math?
NA Rock, Gates Ave
Where I was raised, a live emcee
Even spelled Nikes N.Y.C
Hip-hop hit like the Frisco quake
Disco breaks in the DJ crates
You had to be there, not through the window gates
From rocking the party to a demo tape
Listen, I asked y'all not to stand on top of them cabinets
Now, I'm not gonna ask you no more
Yo, you know about the subway trains
Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Bronx
Everything’s moving fast
[Verse 1]
As the earth travel ‘round the sun every year
Circulated ideas within the hemisphere
The earth just spinning at the exact same time
Then the center of the galaxy, beautiful mind
This galaxy move endless through space
Pulling the planets along the same way
360 degrees they all rotate
And you still saying never been no place
‘round and ‘round and ‘round ‘round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
They all are spinning in the same direction
Music of the spirit god mixed, erected
When he scratched, where we at
New York, New York, laying here on the map
MTA subways with graffiti
FDNY, NYPD
Twists, locks, breaks, Nefertiti
Yo, yo, yo, I got the mixtape CDs
Please, god, please, god, what’s today’s math?
NA Rock, Gates Ave
Where I was raised, a live emcee
Even spelled Nikes N.Y.C
Hip-hop hit like the Frisco quake
Disco breaks in the DJ crates
You had to be there, not through the window gates
From rocking the party to a demo tape
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