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N Y... N Y P
And Why? I'm a champion!


Verse 1:
I ain't gotta show off or showboat,

To show y'all my soul glows.
New York Poze homie, a flow pro:
The quickest mind in the east.

Laying on top of beats I'm a beast.
Speaking I speed heart rates to peak.
Listen, I touch you with speech,

And a touch o' mystique.
Such a daring bold feat,
Indeed and I can do it in sleep.

New York P is perpetually
Picture perfectly ready.
Even when I'm scared my aim is steady.

I train and study to gain an aim as steady.
I'm like a tri-pod with flow;
I fill up I-Pods with flow.

I'll have your folks screaming my god he's dope.
Mic all he spoke.
Still nothin'll get me amped to floss or flam.

Fam can't force my hand.

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Verse 2:
My stance is grand when I talk for sport

To touch the thoughts o' man.
My man I am that man who can
Command your corpse to stand.

Off course you botch the plan
When you doubt I can.
I expand my spark to span the rest of time.

I testify in rhyme
Thoughts that stretch out my spine.
Liquid heat in person,

I'm bigger than life, I shine.
Other than that, I don't really rhyme;
I mine to peddle some jewels

To you meddlesome fools.
This is medicinal food,
Human body approved

Lyrics to flavor this life
You limit with insipid living.
I spit you sauce in lyrics, salsa for spirit.

There's spice in his rhythm, Life in his wisdom.
Medicine man I mix it
For the likes of you to thump in your system.

Crank it up, I'm insisting.
I touch the mic for you,
It might be you filling my shoes

When I'm thoroughly through
And leave this game.
Til then, NYP'll remain,

The only prince to have reigned.
New York P. 's my name.


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