Artist: Rock Mecca Album: Pirate Radio Star Song: New York Noise Typed by: Rockmeccampd@gmail.com Verse 1: From the top of the Trump Down to the gutters and dumps Street kings on the corners and bunks in prisons They bump the rhythm I brung Live from the tip of the tongue With the slang from the streets where I'm from Kids bang so they reach for they guns Women screech and they run Some impeached for embezzling funds Crooked politicians, for the Senate they run Rest of ya'll would've found out if Hillary won Gotta hear everyone From the felony one Offenders to street vendors They got a million and one Stories like skyscrapers, of wild capers Mad flavors like Now-N-Laters and stack paper The whole world learnin whatever we taught Buyin whatever we bought Learnin what sounds fresh whenever we talk Championship teams in every sport Pigs scheemin in every report Lock us whenever we caught (Hook) That's the way it goes on the streets of New York. (8x) Verse 2: What you want I keep it real or a fantasy life? New York in ‘88 or what's poppin tonight? An accurate description Vivid depiction, conflicting with your fiction Flicks on television The Knicks is never winnin Script that's never written unfold, life cut short when the metal reloads Cuz the cops bust bullet holes in the innocent's clothes Gentrified or foreclosed homes, tell us where do we go? High mortality rate Since 9/11 can't keep my salary straight, in the Empire state Nowadays to survive you need the entire cake Not a piece of the pie, it's do or die so I Work 5 jobs with x amount of hustles Roll deep, my squad got x amount of muscle Apartment got no heat, outside it storms Whether in or out it's war It's all very hardcore (Hook) That's how it goes on the streets of New York (8x) Verse 3: When the N cross the Y on your fitted, you can die any minute Brought your life to an end (N), Not a clue why (Y) he did it When the sirens are ringing, lights are flashing Somebody got wet without unscrewing out a hydrant I'm rhyming, with plans to lock the whole city down Inside of my hand, but still you won't see me now The ghost of New York Shadow when you walk, echo when you talk The smoke in the ‘dro that you spark, that knows where you are Like a GPS, one eye open like CBS, on every corner like CVS Street pharmacists, the barbers and the all city vets Know what time it is, the rhymin is an All City best But stress, uh, this ain't another New York anthem Just a S-O-S call to let the world know we stranded In the rotten apple, it got a worm in it The trains smell like piss and elevators herb scented (Hook) That's how it goes on the streets of New York (8x)