O.S.T.R & Hades - Stary Nowy Jork

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I'm wearing XXl, listen to Wu-Tang Clan
Dead Prez, Boot Camp Clik, Boom Ba Yay
HAD, Hades is my name, not a internet nickname
It's not the Fifth Element, don't eat so much LSD
Come on, gold age is not 2005
Tell me where was Drake, J.Cole, Lil' Wayne
SOS, Mayday, help yourself, -we don't need it, you know
You don't water the old trees
It's just an epithet, N.Y. on the cap
We tear off the nut, do you remember what is the B-boy's dance?
Yea, you have played Breakdance on PSP
You are waiting for a melodic chorus? - No
VNM is an X-men, is an expert with a drum from SP
1200, it is getting dangerous in the city
Soft verse, fucking a dog in it's sick mouth
Batter dumplings are not for me, my pasta is al-dente
Rap-boys wear a tighter and tighter clothes
Sequins, zebra-pants, wear a dress
And show a navel, sharks are meat-eaters
My mic's wire is good for a gallows
Vinyl is cutting veins - give your hand
I'd better see the MC's dead
Then look at epidemic
Don't call cops, call an ambulance
You say, that i'm evil, -welcome in hell
We have superior style
I come from the ones, that have crown in the HI FI emblem
Tabasco tastes heavenly
like hash with Amnesia


New York, old york boom bap it's my house
Let me live, give me beat, give me mic
It's hardcore just like Al Capone, like a King Kong
Make some noise if you are from here - the whole city

Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop x8


I'm wearing XXl, listen to Tribe Colled Quest
Black Moon, Kool G Rap, NAS Represent
Call me O.S.T.R. not a internet nickname
Mind is yours first pretender for cock
I don't have any pretension, sound without brakes
By your side even Darwin would have evolved backwards
Sequences from my phaze, clenched fist (is the)
Curse of the imagination, housing estates - it's anger
Precise cuts effect, guillotine
Slaughter condemned to, Clint Eastwood Gorillaz
You don't exist, -sin for the sin
I know what they would say about us
It's a fact, you have to know your enemy's language
Polite yokel, not a yokel from a good house
You don't have balls - wear a bra, make-up, stay on the corner
I'm not a ruler of the world but a son of the lords
No respect for whores, the ones who spoil the mood
ŁDZ, WWA, what a sucker's barrier
We have iron fists, not a heart of stone
Dirty rap, gangrene, but man, without plays
In the end suckers would be judged by a Bushido codex
Boom bap! - heroine and you got diler of the truth
Hands dabbled with fashion, their rap Justin Bieber
I don't get it, my message, kick in the face, one word
Fool call the cops, suck a cock with your crew

New York, old york boom bap it's my house
Let me live, give me beat, give me mic
It's hardcore just like Al Capone, like a King Kong
Make some noise if u are from here - whole city

Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop x8