[???]
Yeah, peace to the eye
Love you [?], understand
During a time called “The Age of the Country At War”
It was a hundred year period
Uh, you know warriors used to go to the field and uh, to prove their worth, they used to remove the heads of their enemies
You know, take it back to the- to the castle to the kingdom, to the king
And you know show him what they were worth and they would get their compensation
You know, but after a while, uh a lot of cowards a lot of guys who weren’t- up to standard started coming to the field late
And taking heads off of dead corpses you know?
Taking it back and getting the compensation that true warriors deserved
I mean, after a while that time had to come to an end
And after awhile, after now, now
That comes to an end

[Mach-Hommy]
Yeaah!
If you ain’t an MC by now... you never will be!

[Hook]x3
New Years in Newark is hell
I see you muh'fuckas pay for your hood pass
New years in Newark is hell
We don’t make the times known
We make the fucking style ledger

[Verse 1]
This is the news my brother
We get the blues my brother
We smoke, ooze and gulp brews
We rule, my brother
Don’t snooze, my brother
We got, crews my brother, that got tools that so smooth
You lose, my brother
No rules I love her, but my city the piss
On the really no really, really you really get hit
"What the dealy with bricks?"
Out-of-towners keep saying that
I guess they never, been out the hours where they spraying gats
Jers’
That’s my word on my Earth
I rep that 'til I’m dead and I’m gone my church-
Is west district
You get your Lexus twist, with hot tefs from Mach west
Your necklace stripped
We not the mob dude
We dirty Jersey n***as, y’all food
Even when it’s 30 n***as, one n***a slide through
Air that bitch
You won’t compare that shit, to my style no more when I wild on tour

[Hook]x3
New Years in Newark is hell
I see you muh'fuckas pay for your hood pass
New Years in Newark is hell
We don’t make the times known
We make the fucking style ledger

[Verse 2]
Vailsburg is my birthplace, hometown Newark
Brick City to you
So don’t come doubt to it
We pity the crew
Act tough, n***a sho’nuff
Guns coming out of the tuck, you get your whole uh
Face ripped off, at the live show hol’ up
Jake dipped off
Now it’s my go, I show
Chrome .38’s
Come on you’ll be late for your pearly gates trip
I go beyond what these fake, MC’s attempt to take and make they own
When we the men that’s busting grapes at home
We feed your pen, you’re a writer, biter
Your whack freestyle is all-ighta, I mighta
Could of got that from Micky D’s
Really please, you a small fry
No space for thieves in the league
Robbed Peter to pay Paul
I steal home-base with my nina and take off
(Come up off that)

[Hook]x3
New Years in Newark is hell
I see you muh'fuckas pay for your hood pass
New Years in Newark is hell
We don’t make the times known
We make the fucking style ledger

[Outro]
Mach-Hommy
AKA Roger Wilco
Last name silly ass n***as
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Slizback n***a