High at The MoMA

It's cold outside baby, I'm all alone so shit I'm High at the MoMA I'm High at the MoMA Yeah I'm High at the MoMA Bumpin Bossa Nova Bout to go get fly at the Dover (Dover Street) I need a 90s Rover, Forest green with chrome rims Beige interior You cried 40 nights for that broad Ya games inferior Tell me how you want this to go Shot for shot, blow for blow, uh I'm the rap Hector Lavoe "De Ti Depende'" Ionne gang bang but got more B's than Fenway My style smoother than merengue With jabs that'll cut you in half GZA's my sensei Keep the liquid sword on the dash Forte di Fuentes Come through and lock the block down like Tito Puente Where wylin gets you shot in ya mouth, lead in ya dente This flow is atrocious Let's lower the dosage Before I lose some of the crowd to comatose n have the paramedics straight buggin' on the beat I'm a saint with my daughter but a devil in these streets I was born in the rap basement where back talk warrants a face lift Who's the flyest father in the bay, it's no debate '010 you was rockin' Hollister, I rest my case I'm High at the MoMA I'm dying to hold her It's nothin sexual just sensual she got a lover But I could give a f*ck Ma', I think we good together This for Hip Hop, we was bred in the same borough My pops had the tape deck I had the Panasonic In a pissy lobby kickin rhymes and gettin dollars This for Castle Hill, this for Soundview All the way out to my brothers down in Brownsville This shit smooth as f*ck, man "W-W-Where we goin man, we cruising' right now, where we goin huh?" Turn the headlights off I think I see somebody