Grand Wizzard MC - Real Kings of New York lyrics

[Intro] Yea Ho x 12 [Hook: GEDA The Genius (Munch Pilot)] They be snapping cameras tryna catch them (Real Kings of New York) We be trappin' manufacturin' that's (Real Kings of New York) Cause what happened? Heard they ma**acrin' (Real Kings of New York) That's your momma and your daddy worried (Real Kings of New York) X2 (Real Kings of New York) x 8 [Verse 1: Munch Pilot] Talk bad on my momma, you can meet your maker Farmer with the Ganja got some papers we can blaze up Got Jazz like Utah, sprinkle it with flavor Vampire invasion, team strapped up with gazers With them green beam lasers, spot you from a blow away Like the Dream Team from '92, all we missin' is DR. J DR. Evil, Austin Powers, got my f**in' groove back Cut my hair just to grow it back, hoes ask me why I do that Swerve and smoke, don't overdose Hands on the wheel like Schoolboy Q Don't pa** no clip, n***a, roll some more That's some sh** real gangsters do Bossed up, got more bucks, hot head since a youngin' though Rap sh** done slowed up, flip twerk, make the money grow Peep I stay on my grind, these rap n***as, quit lying Out on the streets cause my fam gotta eat & my n***as some lions Hoes gonna pop wherever theres cash, Helen Keller she's blind Doing this for my brothers locked, facing that hard time [Hook: GEDA The Genius (Munch Pilot)] They be snapping cameras tryna catch them (Real Kings of New York) We be trappin' manufacturin' thats (Real Kings of New York) Cause what happened? Heard they ma**acring (Real Kings of New York) That's your momma and your daddy worried (Real Kings of New York) X2 (Real Kings of New York) x 8 [Verse 2: Grand Wizzard MC] Real Kings of New York b**hes love how we talk Known to shine in the dark Ain't no fear in my heart Trill kings of New York b**hes swim in these waters, you just bait in my shark tank Screamin' mother f** the world, and I ain't into no foreplay I spark dank and I parlay Roll with the troublesome team Tuckin' the beam in the trunk of the V Brining the ruckus to seas like "Who's f**in' with me?" That's the girl of your dreams? We'll turn that b**h to your nightmare I'm rare like a choice cut with the pink center 'round Time Square Nike Airs, no bow-tie I go nuts and she hold mine We packed in the aircraft, don't know 'bout traffic or roadsigns I don't believe in these rap n***as: Rappin' bout packin' the mak in the back of the Ac', stackin' up racks All in they rap lyrics Like they handled crack with these trap dealers, I can't dap n***as Open hand and I smack n***as, flames slapped out these whack n***as Young and reckless, up and restless On the quest of endless legends f** police, it's no professions Vicious vixens flood my section In the middle of d** and weapons Hells angels gon' come protect us f** a lecture, young king, reign supreme f** the elders