[Guru]
  Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against
  this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense
  Calm down, listen to a brother who knows
  Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows
  Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up
  so we can build on this shit, for real that's how we came up
  Used to ride the subway trains back and forth
  Now I push an E-Class, four-two-zero of course
  Still material gains, make one more aware
  of all the madness and the civil unrest that's out here
  I doubt there, is anyplace more complex
  You can get lost in the sauce, New York'll have you vexed
  Who's next to get served, herbs'll get knocked off
  Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off
  I pop your top off as if you were the bottle
  then I'll drain all your fluid, you're better off playing lotto
  Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways
  New York we get the money all day everyday
  
  "From New York straight talk, America's best"
  "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" -> Apocalipse
  "Word up!"
  "From New York straight talk... America's best"
  
  [Guru]
  True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere
  That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here
  cause we still care, about the total artform
  Niggaz could sell more records but they still can't flip a live forum
  Plus everybody out here ain't talkin true shit either
  Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don't like them neither
  But the competition keeps me on point
  that's why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints
  from the streets, Medina, Manhattan, Staten, P-Lawn
  The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on
  The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced
  I've loved it since the days of fat shoelace
  Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it
  I'll never give up rep in New York, I'm true to it
  From forty-deuce to Queens, back to East New Yi
  We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity
  Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways
  New York, we get the money all day everyday
  
  "From New York... straight talk..."
  "Yo.. I'm.. not.. new.. to.. this"
  "America's best" "Word up!"
  "From New York straight talk, America's best"
  "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" -> Apocalipse
  "Word up!"
  "From New York straight talk... America's best"
  
  [Guru]
  You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle
  You wanna battle? Well I live in New York
  so think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln's gone
  Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong
  You won't be on but for a minute anyway
  You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday
  Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics
  Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic
  confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions
  And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing
  They wanna shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!"
  Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down
  and just quit, cause MC's out here kick serious lyrics
  And I come to you, with my infinite spirit
  Not takin nothin from your hood or your set
  But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep
  That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it
  So why supress it, I'd rather be revealin it
  Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways
  New York we get the money all day everyday
  
  "From New York straight talk... America's best"