World's Fair - Company Fair lyrics

[Verse 1 - Cody B. Ware] Pick up your piece G I'm representin' for Queens Where n***as quick to f** your b**h And live luxurious dreams I'm From the East, see So you should know what I mean NY 'til I die World's spit as a team Ain't nothing PG NC-17 7 seas flow Wetter gettin' better it seems n***a, if need be I'll take it up to the bean Hit up Salim Tell him bring the white b**hes to me [Verse 2 - Lansky] With my language, most think I'm from another planet So many fake n***as wouldn't ever understand it I'm left, like the hand I shake their hand with quick Cause I'm back on the job like I missed a check Called out I'm sick still let all my ? spill And then I take the paper Get fresh for later Big city of dreams Levitating Queens with me On top of the Koch bridge Point to where I live Lansky, Remy Banks, Nasty Cotton And that's a hundred percent You must pick it Years we put in Blood, sweat, tears Work live slaves, we some upset n***as The best under the moon Accept all challenges With 3 Kings stay Christmas, Jewish holidays No days off And that's on all calendars Givin' you my twist till I pop like silencers [Verse 3 - Remy Banks] Queens get the money I'm yellin' that to the grave Coffin full of gold chains Yet I refuse to be enslaved By these corporate label n***as Stealing creativity Blocking all the shine Like skyscrapers in the city f** that We'll continue rhyming independently World's Fair The next Queens artists to make history k**ing small talk with giant lyrics like Sasquatch Your time's up [Verse 4 - Nasty Nigel] Queens historian Born Coronian Roof Victorian Rhymes DeLorean World's Fair podium Ten minute walk from tomorrow Fifteen minute ride to Corado All black Marauder VER bomber Electric politic Green and orange brim rocker Budweis lager Meadow park jogger Order Cherry Valley Give me two Godfathers [Verse 5 - Prince SAMO] Off the top rope Who's comin' now - SAMO Super fly Snuka Your favourite gun delaro Shootin' out arrows And starin' down barrels I'm bad to the bone Even worse to the marrow Call me pro-Method Man Codeine beware I'm gone from my Vans To the roots of my hair Sippin' purp, chasing green But I'm proud to be black I still run the four fat Putting Queens on my back [Verse 6 - Jeff Donna] Who's that peeping through my window POW CH-CH-BLAOW Ain't nobody now Child, you'll lose your balance trying to figure out my angle Gamble with a World's Fair vandal and get mangled Linger in the city with that middle finger dangled The live shows and movies Cop tickets on Fandango I'll manhandle You thinking you we a sham, no It's more like a Shamwow! Absorbing the fans now