No more going to the dark side With your flying saucer eyes No more falling down a wormhole That I have to pull you out Wriggling, twiggling worm inside
Translation: Yorke, Thom. Atoms For Peace (Four Tet Remix).
air for the people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don't wanna
this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New York
envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach For four
dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York
As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint I can't hide in New York
York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be
wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like
't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy
huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the
dollars Two? Yes, one for me, one for you There's a lot of little old ladies out there Step four, we hire the worst actors in New York And open on Broadway
say I'm grimey four hundred mill and I still can't chill call me G double barrel N doom, boom I do it like a natty n-gga do wassup, New York city's pharoah
whitley I go to hill mane Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me honey but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York
that He hit New York City He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head
is missing you (N-n-no, no) Your pop is missing you, Dame is missing you Damn, we missing you, woo All we listen to is, all the different yous Four page
stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York
One, two, three, four New York City is a real cool town Society really brings me down Our playground is a pharmacy Kids find trouble so easily Other