[Verse 1 - Fast Flow] I’m hitting the throttle, I’m popping the bottle, we living in twenty-seven, they chasing a model, they stuck in a matrix, I’m breaking the grid and I’m hitting the digit, they cannot inhibit the way that I live it, I spit it, I get it, I’m gone in a minute, the future is now and you know that I'm in it, the digital currency running the city, the AI is talking, they thinking it's witty, but I got the flow that is gritty, I’m ready, I’m keeping it steady, the machete is heavy, I’m cutting the track and I'm leaving it messy, they cannot arrest me, I’m moving too fast, I’m ahead of the past, and I’m built for the blast, yeah! [Chorus] New York, New York, where the lights don't sleep We holding the crown and the block we keep From the five big boroughs to the twenty-seven year You can feel the bass banging when we shifting the gear Yeah, we stand tall, we never gonna fold From the concrete jungle to the streets of gold! [Verse 2 - Fast Flow] They checking the clocks, they watching the blocks, we changing the locks, we out of the box, the holographic on the wrist, never slip, never miss, take a hit of the bliss, twenty-seven the year that we take it, you make it or break it, they fake it, I naked the truth, I’m back in the booth, with the fire, the wire, the highest desire, we climbing it higher, the empire flyer, we running the wire, the energy never can tire, we setting the city on fire! [Verse 3 - Fast Flow] Now flip the dynamic, they panic, it’s manic, I’m transatlantic, the flow is gigantic, we flying over the Atlantic, they cannot handle the speed of the track that I’m bringing, the bells are all ringing, the lyrics are clinging, I’m swinging, I’m bringing the damage, you cannot manage, I’m speaking a different language, twenty-seven is heavy, we keeping it steady, the tech in the deck is already deadly, we dropping a medley, you ready? [Chorus] New York, New York, where the lights don't sleep We holding the crown and the block we keep From the five big boroughs to the twenty-seven year You can feel the bass banging when we shifting the gear Yeah, we stand tall, we never gonna fold From the concrete jungle to the streets of gold! [Verse 4 - Fast Flow] But hold up, wait, look at the state, we counting the days to the terminal date, because twenty-and-thirty is time for the seven-thirty niggas to show up and clear out the state! They crazy, they loony, they coming to scoop me, they cinematic like a movie, they moving it gloomy, the countdown is ticking, the clock is a-striking, I’m riding it out like a Viking, they liking the way that I trigger the flow, when the calendar hit it you know it's a show! [Verse 5 - Fast Flow] They coming out mental, they un-governmental, the fundamental is essential, I’m mental, I’m heavy, I’m ready, twenty-thirty the year that they ready to blow, they tearing the ceiling, they catching a feeling, they read
