[Intro]
Today's game
The Miami Heat
Versus
Your New York Knicks
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
NBA leathers on NBC (Uh-huh)
Bakalava, the motherfuckin' MVP of the league (It's me, it's me)
I lead the league in talkin' about the same German machine (That same shit)
Fifteen years earnin' its keep (M5)
Revenge is sweet
For now, I'll turn the other cheek, ho
I'll push the ball across the line and take off from the free-throw (Take off baby)
Splash, you get a mouth full of seafoam (Splashed)
It's not my fault that I've been blessed with the cheat code (It's not my fault)
Salon-quality hair and a voice like Meat Loaf (Beautiful fuckin' voice)
I do breeze from the speedboat, disappear into the sun just like Eagle (Oh)
Some fiends like the pipe, some like the needle
I happen to love Jimi (I love Jimi), but some like the Beatles (I love him)
And you can tell from my demeanor, I'm a good dancer (Yup)
And the glass is filled with Christian Tschida (Yup)
I learned to fuck to songs written by Missy Misdemeanor (Yup)
In every life I've known, believe I've been a mystic creature (Yup)
You'll never catch me in Evisu (Never, motherfucker)
Pass me the soccer ball, I'm like Zizou
Baklava, bitch, bisou (Bisou, bisou)
I cruise around Queens on the Sea-Doo
Lookin' like RoboCop the reboot (Uh)
'97 X-Men t-shirt (Uh)
I'll be in that Jeep Grand Cherokee 'til I see the dirt (Uh)
I know my flesh gone, but my soul never leaves the turf (Uh)
Say, "Baklava," three times in the mirror to release the curse (Baklava, Baklava, Baklava)
Today's game
The Miami Heat
Versus
Your New York Knicks
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
NBA leathers on NBC (Uh-huh)
Bakalava, the motherfuckin' MVP of the league (It's me, it's me)
I lead the league in talkin' about the same German machine (That same shit)
Fifteen years earnin' its keep (M5)
Revenge is sweet
For now, I'll turn the other cheek, ho
I'll push the ball across the line and take off from the free-throw (Take off baby)
Splash, you get a mouth full of seafoam (Splashed)
It's not my fault that I've been blessed with the cheat code (It's not my fault)
Salon-quality hair and a voice like Meat Loaf (Beautiful fuckin' voice)
I do breeze from the speedboat, disappear into the sun just like Eagle (Oh)
Some fiends like the pipe, some like the needle
I happen to love Jimi (I love Jimi), but some like the Beatles (I love him)
And you can tell from my demeanor, I'm a good dancer (Yup)
And the glass is filled with Christian Tschida (Yup)
I learned to fuck to songs written by Missy Misdemeanor (Yup)
In every life I've known, believe I've been a mystic creature (Yup)
You'll never catch me in Evisu (Never, motherfucker)
Pass me the soccer ball, I'm like Zizou
Baklava, bitch, bisou (Bisou, bisou)
I cruise around Queens on the Sea-Doo
Lookin' like RoboCop the reboot (Uh)
'97 X-Men t-shirt (Uh)
I'll be in that Jeep Grand Cherokee 'til I see the dirt (Uh)
I know my flesh gone, but my soul never leaves the turf (Uh)
Say, "Baklava," three times in the mirror to release the curse (Baklava, Baklava, Baklava)
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