It's the return of the wild style fashionist Smashing hits make it hard to adapt to this Puppazazz and jazziness, the cashiness Master this, blast this, and make a clap to this DJ's throw on cuts and obey the craft Just pump the volume up and play it loud Hip hop's embedded Before I said I wouldn't let it But me and the microphone is still magnetic Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock Dancefloors are stocked, spot scorching hot Hoping I open, rocking my lost seminars Massage at the bar, smoking ten hour cigars While I admire meadies With more vision than TVs I find it easy Catching diabetes from fly sweeties Sit back and wait to hear a slamming track Rock a jam, buy a pop or demand a back I control the crowd, you know I hold it down When you drop, you know it's sticky When you hear the sound, from town to town Until it's world renown Cause I rock New York City all the year round It's on, so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs Equations are drawn up in paisley form Mic's stay warm, my flow is aviant DJ's are nautilus, you stay dipped in raw style From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal Intellectual pictures shoot trends like a clothes designer I'm in effect quicker than medicines in China Split the mic open, feel it when something potent is going And take a toting, mental planes start floating Hot signs are spoken, now the truth core choking Product is hypnotic, it's soaking and still smoking Showing better scenes than grams of amphetamine Plans and schemes means I'll forever fend Long as the mic is loud and the value's pumping I'ma move crowds of two thousands, I control the crowd You know I hold it down When you drop, you know it's sticky When you hear the sound, from town to town Until it's world renown And I rock New York City all the year round My rhymes and lyrics find spirits like a seance It's fat crayon, my writings display chaos My plan is damning, the diagram, the way to jam it I take advantage until the crowd go bananas What a rush, I hear cuts and I lust to touch Microphones get clutched by the illustrious Word spread, I inherit it Many ways to say the unsaid Born with three sevens in my head In time, the one can seem to blow your mind as far as this To find, you'll need philosophers and anthropologists Astrologists, professors from your smallest colleges With knowledge and scholarships, where I'll be dropping it Some of the things that I know will be in your next Bible When I die, go bury me in my notebook in Cairo What the great God from Egypt manifest was right, flying, flying with the stars I'll come back to bless the mic I control the crowd You know I hold it down When you drop, you know it's sticky When you hear the sound, from town to town Until it's world renown And I rock New York City all the year round I control the crowd You know I hold it down When you drop, you know it's sticky When you hear the sound, from town to town Until it's world renown And I rock New York City all the year round Once again, back, you're rockin' my lawn Once again, back, you're rockin' my lawn Once again, back, you're the incredible Once again, back, you're the incredible Once again, back, you're the incredible Once again, back, you're the incredible Once again, back, you're the incredible