Lyrics

New York, New York, the big apple New York, New York, the big apple New York, New York (The big apple) Sixteen million feet Nationals, Tom McAns, Florsheims Stepping on each other Rejoicing over the death of one nigga toe Cold, calloused feet Trotting up and down synthetic avenues Streets and gardens Gardens that grow shit Gardens where putty faced beings sit emotionlessly Admiring bastard flowers New York, New York (The big apple) A prerequisite to America A disguised sin Where some brother from that closed southern shit Comes to some open northern shit For a vacation For an opportunity An opportunity that knocks up sisters And knocks them in the head For an opportunity that takes them home With dope in the arm And Clairol on their brain New York, New York (The big apple) New York, New York New sameness, new food, same shit New car, same gas without Platformate New love, same neurosis New installation, same hoes New hairdo, same minds New style, same influence New York, New York, the big apple Where jive Maryland farmers are running around Shaking hands with all the grass-root people Never getting choked by the grass New York, New York Where Queen Liberty tin shit In the middle of pea-green water Telling a brother he's liberated (Statue of Liberty is a prostitute) Yeah, he is liberated From the old Mississippi to the new Mississippi New York, New York, the big apple Where freak looking filthy white rodents are running around Spreading new kinds of venereal diseases Talking about "we love everybody" "We love everybody" New York, New York (The big apple) Watching movies marked "adults only" When it should be for kids only The A train, the D train, the F train That underground, undercurrent steel plated frame Unworkable air vents, ass aching benches And then there's that corny paraphernalia All over the interior Inside of this there's a brother Being soaked in by that shit on the wall Suffocating from bad breath in the air In pain 'cause some white jackass is riding on his foot New York, New York, the big apple New York, New York While on the train You see young and old white wrinkly faces Peeking over crooked shoulders and under cardboard hats Poking their noses at you Vampire eyes staring at you, wondering who you are New York, New York An exploited colony called Brownsville Bedford-Stuyvesant or Harlem Where tiny, fat Jews are holding the fiery hoop And watching you burn your ass jumping through it New York, New York, the big apple Siren sounds through the streets Putting your mind in a state of mental paralysis New York, New York New York is brogan, boot-shaped state of Madison Avenue Negro button downs Hungry, lost nigga souls screaming downtown for death Semi black, obscured blackness, plastic trees and phony grass New York is a state of mind That doesn't mind fucking up a brother