Yeah, I, I, I, you already know the type, bitch, feel me, ayyShe's the one and only, man, Solomon FyfeOpen my nose, watch the smoke simmer Fire spitter pour out his soulHow they pour out the liquor? This for the dead homies and the homelessBaggin' on streets, get that man a five bill He needs somethin' to eat, that's if you got itYou know the phrase, give and receive Do you believe in the workings of invisible things?What goes around comes around I pick you up, you hold me downYou see the vibration even if it don't make a soundRight now the city tainted with ice I paint it with life and living colorSolomon the bad mother shut the front door If you got nothin' to sayAnd if you want it, I got it like Mickey D's You can have it your wayYou get me a dash of milk when the coffee is blackCause the text off my Mac, could my phone screen crack?Goin' through my old rhymes, gettin' brand new lifeI know God gotta love me cause how else could I be this nice?And how else could I be this cool? And how else could I be this cheat?How else could I be this true? Cause how else could I be so black, uhHow else could I be so strong, look And how else could I be so mean, uhHow else could I be so on, look How else could I be...I'm Basquiat if he was an MC I hear these rappers but they so emptyMy style'll overwhelm the whole city You know me well, reallyI'm uptown like some True's Nike boots and a biggieI used to ride Gucci, Lowe's even though I was brokeNow I sport scuffed Nikes but they not off-whiteDickie pins in the jacket that I found on the trainI'm New York where the underground is better than fameBlue in my veins, sometimes I think I wanna be CripBut truth be told I'm kinda old for that ***I used to ride the 6 train on the way to the cribWhen I lifted Brock's neck if you know what it isPeepin' views of the water, kickin' the blues to somebody's daughterIt'll be a while before I be a father but I'm son in the gameI keep it movin' when I run in the lanesI've been solidified before you knew the nameSlick, I'm solemn and fireCause how else could I be so fly? And how else could I be so cool?How else could I be this G? And how else could I be this True?How else could I be so black? How else could I be so strong?How else could I be so me? How else could I be?They don't really know what's going on, we don't show them too muchWe don't leave money on the table, we just get itHow we get it, you know, keep itUptown boogies to Uptown boogies to UptownYeah, I-I-I, you already know who it isSovereign and Fire, a.k.a. S-Fire, a.k.a. Big BrotherA lot of things you know that they don't understandWe don't got time to explain