N.Y.C. 2 (NO YOU CAN’T !!!!!!!!)

(Verse 1)
Got a fat envelope from Department of Labor
Banging on my check like angry neighbor
Clarance BX, weird like Spock with a beard
Overtokin, like foggy Britain up in here
BX official, amnesiacs recalling the gateway
3X label beer, cuz it is not payday
those niggas from South BX, got next,
never 4get, eviction, cousin of debt
yo, I’m Ti-RED
Solar panel drain mission, Jack Nikklesun
Joker Gun, Hammer clickun
staggering, but then straighten up my flow
giving foes nuff rope for, midair jerking toes
no repeating, but everyone play the fool
look at you like you stoopid, like Bill Duke
blunted axe, HASSAN chop Mcs
Lord Boddyker, bathe her, bring her to me

Yo NYC nigga, no you can’t! X8 (Chorus/Hook)

(Verse 2)
Yo her backbump bring up emotions in me,
Clarance BX, groundhog day the illing spree
Tuning bass guitar, still popping strings
U assume? Making ass out of u and me
Now I don’t talk your talk, don’t walk your walk
I‘m very skeptical like Peter Falk
Solar panel niggas, always shadow me
They lite up the bulb like triple A battery
Show up at your party, in gear like Mr Furley
With a surly attitude, and then bounce early
You reaching for the top in bottomless pit
Y’all, walk in the valley in the shadow of shit
yo, swiss miss niggas gossip like beauty parlor
Nigga said the beat price, I was like “Dollars?!�
You Joey Fatone, I’m Joey Fat one
Clarance flowing like possessed by Charlie Bronson
She act nice, go head, believe the hype
No firecracker, 3 sticks, dynamite
Son Soo The trickster, the augmenter, non problem fixer

lyrics by clarance boddyker

Maly Wu & Boddyker

We working on our project, beats by Maly Wu The Beat Monarch, lyrics by Boddyker. Working on a few projects right now, so it will be a minute before you see the final product.

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