Astro Aka The Astronomical Kid – New New York lyrics

[Verse:]
My city lost
The cats make a scene like that ain’t a problem
People talk about New York
New York on the act like it ain’t evolving
I ain’t with that
To get back on the chair where you got yo shit took
Everything done changed
From cheese to the range to the skateboarding hipsters
But when got a little more corporate
Shut down the hood into the office
If I ain’t known no better I’d say they tryna off us
Let me check, radio tellin me to eat
I gotta make better breakfast, they tryna play me
`Cause if I hear it was casket
Last bout me, Bugattis will drive me crazy
I can’t relate
Half these cats don’t make no sense
Hubadi hubadi hubadi bubadi
Everybody’s evidence
They know I’m messed up
We’re rappin and getting no love in the sheets
Though nobody wanna sleep
So I can see that they set me to put my city back on its feet
Uh
Where the real ny G’s when you meet em?
All the G’s and I be breathing
Come up out of hiding, back to the riding
Cats saw breakfast, no more sliding
No more video shot in my city
Catch a hater in the elevator, won’t end pretty
If only this was ’92
Imagine what the hood would do
Dj’s done got soft
This soft for the real to pop off
Gotta put a stop to that
It’s like everybody forgot where rap came from
Ny, but I can’t let it die

[Hook: x2]
`Cus it’s New York
But it’s a New New York
Home of the hustlers
Disrespect and get yo head knocked off
Everybody’s pposed to represent
But when it come time to talk

[Verse:]
This music used to be a anthem
Now it’s a bunch of rappers go insane, I’m seein troops climbin up
Art form, this ain’t music key, this is love
On my tv can’t believe what they showin me
I’mma start partition to bring back
City back on my city and my shit has got the piggy back
Really rap, which album?
Spankin my city?
People kept it real so the green ain’t darker
Everybody reppin now, everybody trippin now
But they need the right sample, the mic down
Like if she get it
If I dump down my sound I’mma keep it nyc with it
Oh nyc with it
`Cus I do it for yall, make a call for all my dogs
I’m the voice of the ghetto
Yall on this when I’m kickin this
These cats frivolous
Can’t be innocent less it’s a difference
Thy starin, it’s appearing
I’m the god, no christening
All the starters gotta finish then
And this sound gotta get on track
New York rap ain’t just boom back
That’s real talk
It got us lookin like passports
But I say no more
East coast, so raw
You and yo boss speak up
Hip-hop is dyin, it need us

[Hook: x2]
`Cus it’s New York
But it’s a New New York
Home of the hustlers
Disrespect and get yo head knocked off
Everybody’s pposed to represent
But when it come time to talk