City of the Rotten Apple

Yeah…

From New York to the ’boro…

A-I, Android, decoy…

Mission: underground.

No fear.

No brakes.

Let’s go.

Get your cheek split when you speak that street shit,

On some G shit, small like flea shit.

Sea sick when I spit, can’t breathe quick,

Flow hard like cement when I speak this.

Eastland kicks, Carhartt with the sheepskin,

D-boy mindset, built like a machine, then

A-I Android, decoy, let me deploy,

Heavy on the beat, every bar bring recoil.

Stumped out, left buried in the deep soil,

Stayed loyal to the game through the turmoil.

I done fell in love with the streets like a fiend,

Now I’m married to the hustle and committed to the dream.

I’m underground, where the pressure gets real,

Where the hungry stay hungry and the strong never kneel.

From New York to the ’boro, we bringing it back,

Every city on the map, I’m attacking the track.

No match, no cap, I’m built for the sound,

When they look for the king—I’m underground.

New Terminator, mission set, I’m locked in,

Computer shut down when the system starts glitching.

Predators moving, everybody wants the crown,

But I came from the bottom just to shake up the town.

Wherever you at, any part of the map,

I don’t run from pressure, I respond to the rap.

Soon as the beat drops, watch the whole room react,

My flow hits heavy and it never holds back.

I’m running four laps, body never collapse,

These rappers all cap, I don’t listen to the trash.

You throw shots in your verses, I’m throwing bars right back,

Always dressed in black with the confidence intact.

Militant mindset, but I’m moving with tact,

Never speak with a rat, that’s a permanent fact.

From New York to the ’boro, bringing rawness intact,

I ain’t chasing your lane—I’m creating my track.

I’m underground, where the pressure gets real,

Where the hungry stay hungry and the strong never kneel.

From New York to the ’boro, we bringing it back,

Every city on the map, I’m attacking the track.

No match, no cap, I’m built for the sound,

When they look for the king—I’m underground.