King of New York - The White Mandingos, Murs

The monarch of the metropolis

I sit on a throne made of asphalt and concrete

Grill from the steel

And my breath smell like the J train

Fuck is up?

Three stripes on the crown and a nike swoosh

Megalomaniac and a slight recluse

Let loose with the freak show

The whole city move fast but i speak slow

Doing pull ups at the stop light

Drinkin 40s on the stoop on a hot night

Killed a cracker on the block and I got life

Came back resurrected — hop life

Get money get fame get your name in lights

But make sure I get credit if the game is tight

Right hand to my heart I made a black man president with my art

Started off as a dream

Moved up north put coffee in the cream

Caffeine in the mainline

What the fuck you mean that the city ain’t mine

(he's slow fly, he’s so fresh)

Huh, yeah.

I’m the king of New York nigga

I’m the king of New York, nigga

(he's so fly he’s so fresh)

I’m the king of New York

Fuck you mean I’m the king of New York

Fuck Giuliani fuck Bloomberg

The tourists come to see me not you herb

I put the shine in the concrete

I’m the only reason that there’s cops on the beat

I’m the rhythm of this whole shit

Nicky Barnes hit the city with a whole brick

Son of Baldwin and Zora Neale

Let me see your 120 show me that it’s real

From tk to freebase

My name dominate our whole weight in each state

The new moves I originate

Then turn on the tv and watch them all emulate

I demonstrate moving down the interstate

Then I talk shit cause you caught on a minute late

Arrogant everybody owes me something

Without me you niggas wouldn’t own nothing

All a y’all should bow down and suck my dick

What?

no homo?

fuck that shit

Ain’t nobody comin out till I’m ready

Shout out to Zulu and the Rocksteady

I’m so heavy in these streets

I’m the whole reason that yall muthafuckas eat

Styles I create make sure you stay fed

Put me up in Times Square watch them all break bread

Big daddy gave birth to the nation

The gods and the earths Dominicans and Haitians

There’s so much culture in these veins

It’s no wonder that I’ve gone insane

But I must maintain

Can’t have these lames fucking up the game

It ain’t about supreme or your white boy jeans

Without my stamp then it don’t mean a thing

Y’all muthafuckas can have wall street and downtown

I’ve got you muthafuckas surrounded

You gotta either go out thru jersey you gotta go out through the bronx

You gotta go through me to get where you need to go

It was a long time ago as I remember

A freezing afternoon back in december

So there seems to be a man standing in the bank lobby

No shoes on his feet like it was his hobby

Kept on walkin

Didn’t think twice

Then I turned around sucka standing on ice

His toes was curly sticking in the air

And a smile on his face like he did not care

He goes by the name or Mr. 14th Street

Straight funky cold fresh just like this beat

Haha