[Intro: Dillmatic – ISO Indies]
Yurr, welcome to New York

[Verse 1: Dillmatic – ISO Indies]
Everything that we do exclusive
Make sure that it's all-inclusive
I was taught make no excuses
As a man, you can't be useless
Man up 'cause these people ruthless
Hoes down, then he starts clueless
Lobster Mac, I'm up at Ruth Chris
From my tone, you peep the smoothness
In this world you get the loot then your dreams it's gon' be lucid
Fool me once how I shame on you
Second time, you gone be foolish
All that BS for the birds
It come to me, I'm chuckin' deuces
I stay loyal to the soil, never out here breakin' truces
On this road, there's bumps and bruises
Either you won't smart or stupid
Nike's on my feet, yeah
And I got a couple swooshes
We ain't have a choice, really
It was either sports or music
Came up in that '90s gritty
That's why it's so therapeutic
And you know the flow like fluid, leave a water boy vruin
Always under the influence
Catch me fresh up in the newest
But I'm always 'round the fewest brothers that I call my unit
G where my G's 'cause you know them hundred's be the bluest
[Verse 2: ConchezYout – ISO Indies]
Uh, n***as on some coward shit, always talkin' politics
Stayin' to ourselves, we've been proud of our accomplishments
Seen a lot of shit, but that don't mean I had to follow it
We in a different caliber, but these n***as just some scavengers
Feelin' like King Arthur when he grabbed the Sword Excalibur
Always plan ahead, we've been lookin' at the calendar
Designated driver, but I'm sittin' in the passenger
Stackin' up our bread, we just watch the numbers addin' up
I ain't gon' front, we gone need a fuckin' ladder, bruh
All that shit don't matter, you could tell them n***as batter up
I need my pockets fat enough
Hit her with that stamina, her ass keep gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum, we in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed, and it wasn't by no accident
Like Dill said on TenFold, had to switch up the tempo
And we never forcin' vibes, 'cause we keepin' it simple

[Verse 3: Pandaraps]
This be space-time continuum breakin' speech
The clocks Tik-Toking, quit watchin', I'm makin' heat
Get burnt, turned, flipped like a snitch
When I spit words, quick, I spit the vicious shish shit then I dip swerve
Drive into a lane lust invested with lanes, and I cess burnin'
Fuck who you sayin' the best, I'm playin' chess learned
Y'all was playin' checkers, pop perçants in my passat
I was off the fuckin' rocker, nothing changed 'cause I'm still on one
To a fuckin' million, I'm crazy beyond dumb
Most convoluted mind in the world since the dawn of a swan Hua, Concave
Conquer the world with Won-ton soup recipes like
Much love to the god beat
I'm probably afflicted with Cerebral Palsy
The way I keep slippin' off these bits of odd speech singin'
"You could chase a dollar, yeah, yet, you can chase a dream, but you chase a happy endin' that be somethin' you ain't seen"
[Verse 4: Nbhd Nick]
Bible on the dresser, hundred on the dash
Quick flip, clutch quick, or this all could crash
I got the records that make up the math
I put my head down and get to the bag you talkin' like I got you mad
To keep it real, I'm playin' with you still
I rap hard times still got more numbers than you ever will
Family members wanna make the will
When you up like a smith in Beverly Hills
Heard they want my head, that's heavy crown
Hurt when you're up, they wanna bring you down
This is upstate, with killers, they clutch stanks
Fourth-quarter shooters like C Webb with the Sac Kings
Johnson laid down a verse, he made me rap again
Ain't done a cypher since when mase was comin' back again
This is one take, don't run it back again
This Epidemic, it's epic, go make 'em go cash it in, yeah

[Verse 5: Xavy Rusan]
Look, uh
Straight from the middle, my middle finger erect
Is Xavy or is Xatty, make sure you speak it correct
I'm poppin' for my people they peekin', peepin' my prep
My n***a, get your money, make sure you keep the respect
They steady chasin' the clout, and we catchin' paper, it's opposite
Speakin' on my name, just make sure you come on some proper shit
Coachy callin' plays, I done got it poppin' like Popovitch
N***as from my city retired fightin', they pop a bitch
Pop across the populous, eatin' pasta and lobster with rosé in the cold glass
High hopes in low class
You bitter with your hoe ass
Just plant the seed, they grow fast
What you eat is what you grow
Only speak on what you know
Art gon' last forever but the pain, I'll always come and go
If they sayin', "Stay the same", they don't want you to fuckin' grow
I speak the truth, I bet they feel it for infinity
Said it then I meant it, bitch, I keep the same energy
[Verse 6: Tilden Parc]
Look, wave
I'm rave-hearted
No days off, make the pay larger
I'm blind to an opp like I'm Ray Charles
I'm lit with the shit, gotta wage hard
Ahead with the script got a late start
Like I'm skateboard Pete with the Bapes on
Bet I won't slip under radar
They thoroughbred me for this, it's a cakewalk
Out to Mars with the bars when I take off
Put a young ray gun with the safe off
Got a digital face and it shits rockless
Bet I feel safe with a bigger profit than when I walk in the bank, then I feel awkward, and when I cop a big space with the new carpet
Got 'em off aim, I'm the new target
I'm sick with the way that the diction paint pictures, I'm all in they face make her feel nauseous
Big smile on my face, but I feel foggy
No links up, but I'm still logged in
Cardi on arms like I'm Mr. Rogers, rollin' up parsley with the Patrón
I'm in the space coop with the tank armor
Finna burn for your aids until I get car sick
Wide n***a clean plate, but he still starvin'
Late stay swans, and I'm still saucin'
Bics left on, got 'em still groggy
Only day one, but I'm still flossin'
Got the ink on the brink of the page author
I been had to work up all that in the fit with the ripped garment they've lost all in the feelings that they've been harboring
Got it lit when they flex somethin' in this water
I'm mixing up the juice with the Gin and Tonic
Young Morales to these Peter Parkers querch to mean it's chronic
I could hook the speaker phonics through the speaker boxes
Coat the easel on 'em got 'em head bangin' like a teeter-totter
Motherfuck the streamin' and right to the beat it's all that, I'm a creature on it, made that featured on a had a seizure on it, goin' easy on 'em
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