Worlds Fair - 96 Knicks lyrics

rate me

This is it, for the chip

We go out swinging before we can ever quit

Clear the bench, catch a tack

It’s like Miami and the Knicks, ’96

Define synergy, divine energy

In my prime like Nas and I’ll be fine but I’m down to ride on my enemy

You ain’t down to ride? Well, you better be

Better get a vibe, get a better me

Never let her mind, never let her down

Never let a round get ahead of me

That just stayed in my pedigree

This song still hurts till I hit the hearse

Dope man that saved your mystery

As we’ll go down in history

That world spit, that Queens shit

That New York, that dream shit

That all-star, that team shit

The kings stacks in your queen bitch

’96 Knicks and I’m feeling like

Houston fresh off the bench, with them clut

Three pointers, got some weed for my consumption

Shows from Queens to London

Got them fans screaming lyrics that I wrote in my apartment

After every show they be screaming for an encore

They jumping off of shit, God I’m thinking it’s parkour

In a foreign car, Testarosa dreaming

The way they changed leaning, got them little hookers screaming

World’s Fair!

World’s Fair!

This is it, for the chip

We go out swinging before we can ever quit

Clear the bench, catch a tack

It’s like Miami and the Knicks, ’96

We haven’t got what we earned

How you gonna tell us that the World’s Fair, World’s Fair

And now we getting some burn

And now they screaming out for World’s Fair, World’s Fair

It’s off the books this year, look at this here

We getting nab money on computers this year

We ain’t new but this is Ludacris, I thought that we got

We still record on the block with those that must’ve forgot

The only handout that I’m taking is a coupon

Get your group on

So hot up in the club I’m gonna take my shoes off

When all said and done it’s gonna be my scene reppin’

My heart is colder than Wesson VV Section

Mind of a master, never minding the master

Still a bachelor, 6 degrees to separate the feelings captured

I ain’t gonna tell you, waste my time or my year

I just do it and when it happens look at you like yeah

I’m like years ahead of you, might see us but the coast is clear

Who I’m supposed to fear? Flow like supernovas solar flare

Sneaking through the vac just to see us front and center

World’s Fair star at lineup, dim the lights down when we enter

This is it, for the chip

We go out swinging before we can ever quit

Clear the bench, catch a tack

It’s like Miami and the Knicks, ’96

We haven’t got what we earned

How you gonna tell us that the World’s Fair, World’s Fair

And now we getting some burn

And now they screaming out for World’s Fair, World’s Fair

World’s Fair, World’s Fair

World’s Fair, World’s Fair

World’s Fair, World’s Fair

World’s Fair, World’s Fair