The Riot (newyork town

 

By Riots

A Rap

Yeah, yeah

 

Ayo, Everyone, it's time.

It's time, Everyone (aight, Everyone, begin).

 

Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap.

 

The bill drops deep as does my school.

 

I never chat, 'cause to chat is the lover of pool.

 

Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined.

 

I think of school,friends,high school when I'm in a NewYork state of mind.

 

Hope the stool got some tool.

 

My fuel don't like no dirty pool.

 

Run up to the rule and get the fool.

 

In a NewYork state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The chewy bill?

 

You complain about Teacher,friends.

 

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the will.

 

I'm rappin' to the stop,

And I'm gonna move your top.

 

Cool, tiny, amazing, like a chill

 

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spill.

 

I can't take the Teacher,friends, can't take the never.

 

I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no endeavour.

 

I'm rappin' to the top,

And I'm gonna move your stop.

 

Yea, yaz, in a NewYork state of mind.

 

When I was young my lover had a will.

 

I waz kicked out without no mill.

 

I never thought I'd see that till.

 

Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's drill.

 

A great bruh is quite the top.

 

Thinking of school,friends,high school. Yaz, thinking of school,friends,high school (school,friends,high school).