(Verse)
I’m out, say Haruo Chiono mixed with Sonny Bono
I take your chick and make her Yoko Ono
Rockin a kimono, worshipin my photos, told me she been lovin profit
Had gorgeous, college optic lips, butt, like a night in lusha when the moon is tropic
Told me she can’t get a man
She love AZ, she love the pentagram
I said yo baby, I don’t give a damn
Dreamer is my last name, Tommy is my first
I rap, I make deals, I worship mother earth
I do not rhyme but if I did my rhyme would be a hearse
That will be the way I’m livin til the day my birth reverse
Fuck you listen to this verse? How you listen to it there?
You would never find another like me livin in this air
I rise, I never fare, in love I did not stay
I kidnapped the vision of Mr. Kennedy’s kids
I’m chained with a gold chain, named it the all change
You came with a name like mine, changing the whole game
Word up, World Fair, we all here
We in here, we all here
Yea, World’s Fair, we in here
We all here
(Verse)
Yo, my eyes lower than my bucket print
Tryna avoid my future, turnin grim a while in this world of sin
Doin 90’s, switchin lanes on the van wyck
Without a care, exhaling from the last hit
They wanna know how I’m livin right
Read between the lines, open yo mind and see the world through my eyes
Weed by the zip, extending my high
Mixed the hoser ice, a balcony view to get my mind tight
Back in the day they tried to play me like a Sega
Now all these bitches throwing roses at me like I’m Vega
Shit, I guess I came up from chiefin on the dutch and makin Cali runs
Just to spend funds like I’m Asian
Motorola pagers on hips and neighborhood gangsters
Had me dreamin at a early age to get this paper
Now we collectin pay cuts, limpin out in London
Next stop is Italy, the rest is iceberg history
World’s Fair, World’s Fair
Your girl’s here
(Verse)
I did it all for the nookie, what? the pussy
’83 Darryl Strawberry, rookie
I also did it for some cookies
Rob Milanos, and toastin sandwiches from the Cubano
Dominican Bono with all the shades that I own
Nothing but Brugal on rocks in my Styrofoam
Impressin Shorty at the gathering, I’m tryna bone
Oh you like The Notebook? Me too, you’re not alone
Better grab the Andre, yellow cap the uzzi
Smoking on the '59, something out of a movie
Telly by the city still advertising Jacuzzi
Whispering something in Spanish, fingering her coochy
Bitches think I ain’t Dominican, naw for real I am
Your juice is on my moustache, drop to my timbalands
I’m rogued out like JFK
I’m in yo guts like TSA, at JFK, I’m on it
World’s Fair, we all here
Your girl’s here, we in here
World’s Fair, Your girl’s here
(Verse)
The marvelous, spectacular, spit miraculous
Black on black, black star, boat back to Africa
Black women getting nasty for the black man
Black Benz, walking overseas on the black sand
So get murderous, rob, disturbing the set, god
Fall back and get yo motherfuckin set bombed
They don’t call me Prince John Ill for no reason
Bang for the cause, stay cold like the season
Score like Arenas, whores get to meet the four horsemen
Me, my two balls and my penis
And just in case I don’t blow
I’mma still glow like J. Lo, welcome to the dope show
And I’m the Marilyn Manson, Jim Kelly
Igor, the Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
The born beast, stage murderer
Who’s live? Original dun dada, Lion King, Mufasa
Bombaclat and holding beats for ransom
My squad too thick and I’m just too handsome
The baby face make shorties wanna look up
Long curvy black hair, super fly, snooker
The high flyin, frog splash spitter
Red-top E&J in a brown bag, n***a
I’m takin sips and let the liquor take a hold of me
The type to have your mother and yo sister fightin over me
I’m next up, I’m chasin the next buck
I make a slut rupture, all I said was, "let's fuck"
This is the travesty, rap around it savagely
World’s Fair KOG, call the guard yo majesty
World’s Fair, we all here
World’s Fair
(Verse)
Word to Murray in the last, get wrote in Morse code
No my cold heart is all reflected in my wardrobe
Old Timbs coordinated with my warm soto
Solo in Soho meet up with jewish Manolo
I’m about my borough like a Ralph Lauren polo
Pony horse logo, watch how I get busy on the promo
Cotton got me into continental onto Oxford Street
Biggie on piccadilly, hoes silly, think I’m Chris Kringle on king’s cross, Chris with a tall bay
Plastic cut like velour Sean John's and all bay
World’s Fair, count 6 like ghost hits (?)
Now connect cliques, these New Yorkers in the mix
This operation, opportunity for unity
Kids think we cool like Truency, so who is he?
Expat, work Havana, cuba when Batista lead
And for a feature you would need a visa just to meet up
(Verse)
Time to act a fool and a time to act properly
Time for duck confit and a time for beef and broccoli
Lived in this economy that wasn’t really kind to me
Now I want 1st class, man I’m tired of economy
Uh, we down to hit the UK on my downtime
Fuck a hashtag, I change my dollar to the pound sign
I’m at the airport at the currency exchange
Where I’m eatin off the hunger that I currently explain
Don’t you worry, I’m insane
Keep em very entertained
No deterrent for my current, got the flurry and a flame
And I surely make it rain, then I bring the sun back out
Teach my kids the face of challenge, never when my son back out
Show em how to run that route
Ball down, touchdown, never see em down and out
Stay forward, straight forward, don’t give me the roundabout
Round em up, count em out, counter punch , pound em out
Next a punch and I’m out, wassup?
World’s Fair, Your girl’s here
World’s Fair, we all here
