Joseph Wright - Harlem Knights lyrics

Another night in Harlem... Freezing my a** off as the wind chills... (Verse 1) Images flashing of a ba*tards Dying pa**ion In the pa**enger side of the Challenger The scavenger, got the big hammer like he's Gallagher Whole different caliber, soul split barometers Pampering babies since the 80's lately changing sh** is crazy how we pursued freedom but received Free doom But it's cool as long as we j**eled Oh sh** this is only the prelude? Gotta calm down, relax on the track RatPack in the back, fat sacks in a gla** So you get toasted, no jam or Alize And we found a way to get you off your legs like a Matinée How you say we vein like syringes Lights are dim and your faith diminished If you talking race, in this place You'll probably finish but never as victor! (Hook) Here I go again Doing the same old dance, tryna change your plans Don't know if it makes sense but I know it feels good (Verse 2) It's the indubious, Rap Artist I'm proving it, Back Down You losing it, Break Down Your nucleus Rearrange your neutrons and protons Improve my design like Ultron, I go... Hard Like a virgin's first time Jerking it to p**no flicks or porking it to Portishead Imported from the poorest of the Orphanage You don't see this as an abortion kid? Put a cork in it I wine and dine on my girl until she cries out You are what you eat, aight then let's find out I put all you baby rappers on time out I make reverends run screaming this is MY HOUSE Wild out with your boy McFly Who the f** you know who gets this live Take my last name I'ma get this right You could stick me for my watch, can't get my... Time (Hook) Here I go again Doing the same old dance, tryna change your plans Don't know if it makes sense but I know it feels good (Bridge) Feels good Know it, know it, know it, know it Feels good Feels good Feels good Know it, know it, know it, know it (Verse 3) Barry Gordy Blue Moon Equinox Second thoughts of Popeyes chicken pot pies Since we locked eyes You caught flies when I bu*tered you up And now, I'm up in your guts No way of summing it up! No conjuring a jury on this journey No worries or fury, better hurry Before we Bush you And George engorged by the Force So we had to push you back to the edge like (Hook) Here I go again Doing the same old dance, tryna change your plans Don't know if it makes sense but I know it feels good