’96 Knicks
[Hook: Prince SAMO]
This is it (what?) for the chip (what?)
We go out swinging before we can ever quit (what? what? what?)
Clear the bench (what?) catch a tech (what?)
It’s like Miami and the Knicks, '96 (what? what? what?)
[Verse 1: Cody B. Ware]
Define synergy, divine energy
In my prime like Nas in '95 but I’m down to ride on my enemy
You ain’t down to ride? Well you better be, better get a vibe, get a better me
Never let her mind, never let a dime, never let a rhyme get ahead of me
That just ain't in my pedigree, this song still hurts til I hit the hearse
Dope man that saved yo mystery as we’ll go down in history
That world's fair, that Queens shit, that New York, that dream shit
That all-star, that team shit, the kings stacks in yo queen bitch
[Verse 2: Remy Banks]
’96 Knicks and I’m feelin like
Houston fresh off the bench, with them clutch, 3 pointers
Got some weed for my consumption, shows from Queens to London
Got them fans screamin lyrics that I wrote in my apartment
After every show they be screamin for an encore
They jumpin off of shit, God I’m thinkin it’s parkour
In a foreign car, Testarosa dreamin
The way they changed leanin, got them little hookers screamin
World’s Fair! World’s Fair!
This is it (what?) for the chip (what?)
We go out swinging before we can ever quit (what? what? what?)
Clear the bench (what?) catch a tech (what?)
It’s like Miami and the Knicks, '96 (what? what? what?)
[Verse 1: Cody B. Ware]
Define synergy, divine energy
In my prime like Nas in '95 but I’m down to ride on my enemy
You ain’t down to ride? Well you better be, better get a vibe, get a better me
Never let her mind, never let a dime, never let a rhyme get ahead of me
That just ain't in my pedigree, this song still hurts til I hit the hearse
Dope man that saved yo mystery as we’ll go down in history
That world's fair, that Queens shit, that New York, that dream shit
That all-star, that team shit, the kings stacks in yo queen bitch
[Verse 2: Remy Banks]
’96 Knicks and I’m feelin like
Houston fresh off the bench, with them clutch, 3 pointers
Got some weed for my consumption, shows from Queens to London
Got them fans screamin lyrics that I wrote in my apartment
After every show they be screamin for an encore
They jumpin off of shit, God I’m thinkin it’s parkour
In a foreign car, Testarosa dreamin
The way they changed leanin, got them little hookers screamin
World’s Fair! World’s Fair!