White Mandingos - King of New York lyrics

[intro: Murs][spoken] The monarch of the metropolis I sit on a throne made of asphalt and concrete Grill from the steel And my breath smell like the J train f** is up? [Verse 1: Murs] Three stripes on the crown and a nike swoosh Megalomaniac and a slight recluse Let loose with the freak show The whole city move fast but i speak slow Doing pull ups at the stop light Drinkin 40s on the stoop on a hot night k**ed a cracker on the block and I got life Came back resurrected - hop life Get money get fame get your name in lights But make sure I get credit if the game is tight Right hand to my heart I made a black man president with my art Started off as a dream Moved up north put coffee in the cream Caffeine in the mainline What the f** you mean that the city ain't mine [Hook] (he's slow fly, he's so fresh) Huh, yeah. I'm the king of New York n***a I'm the king of New York, n***a (he's so fly he's so fresh) I'm the king of New York f** you mean I'm the king of New York [Verse 2: Murs] f** Giuliani f** Bloomberg The tourists come to see me not you herb I put the shine in the concrete I'm the only reason that there's cops on the beat I'm the rhythm of this whole sh** Nicky Barnes hit the city with a whole brick Son of Baldwin and Zora Neale Let me see your 120 show me that it's real From tk to freebase My name dominate our whole weight in each state The new moves I originate Then turn on the tv and watch them all emulate I demonstrate moving down the interstate Then I talk sh** cause you caught on a minute late Arrogant everybody owes me something Without me you n***as wouldn't own nothing [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] All a y'all should bow down and s** my dick What? no h*mo? f** that sh** Ain't nobody comin out till I'm ready Shout out to Zulu and the Rocksteady I'm so heavy in these streets I'm the whole reason that yall muthaf**as eat Styles I create make sure you stay fed Put me up in Times Square watch them all break bread Big daddy gave birth to the nation The gods and the earths Dominicans and Haitians There's so much culture in these veins It's no wonder that I've gone insane But I must maintain Can't have these lames f**ing up the game It ain't about supreme or your white boy jeans Without my stamp then it don't mean a thing [Hook] Y'all muthaf**as can have wall street and downtown I've got you muthaf**as surrounded You gotta either go out thru jersey you gotta go out through the bronx You gotta go through me to get where you need to go [Verse 4] It was a long time ago as I remember A freezing afternoon back in december So there seems to be a man standing in the bank lobby No shoes on his feet like it was his hobby Kept on walkin Didn't think twice Then I turned around s**a standing on ice His toes was curly sticking in the air And a smile on his face like he did not care He goes by the name or Mr. 14th Street Straight funky cold fresh just like this beat Haha