Christopher Michael - Madison Square Garden Flow

Man this shit feel timeless
This feels like John Starks 93 in the Eastern conference finals
Yeah man that timeless and priceless you already know
Young nigga walking down on Broadway
Vibin with the city Frank I did it my way
Before time square was the B.Q.E.
Momma told us babies
Don’t you touch them keys
Don’t rush to get grown
Cause life will throw stones
Looking out the window I’m thinking about home
Summer in the city I’m looking to take throne
King of the east my crown is made known
To all the dead rappers in all they shared zones
looking for the future my link is too strong
Courage wisdom power too faded I’m so gone
Feeling like Drizzy they wanted a trey songs
Herd the last album my range is too long
Pulling like Steph and yes the shoes on
Auto power laces any given Sunday
Feel like Willie beam light beams
This is my day
Get your hands in the air
Yea we in Madison square
Screaming we don’t care
Yeah, up at Madison Square
Hands in the air
Yeah get them hands in the air
Garden flow
I’m running late
You know the date
So what you trying to hit us for
I told you man this is timeless
This that golden era
Who else shine like this
Write a nine like this
Eclipse the biggest rappers without chain I spit
Without a chain I spit
Without a chain I spit
Yeah, Who else real as this
Put me in a box
My nigga it ain’t easy
Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
Gully put the mic in my crib
This won’t leave me
Hip hop in my soul my g
I’m too breezy
Put that on Mikey
My nigga I’m gonna get it
Attention of the city
I spit just to relive it
Fruity loops I’m back on 40 deuce
Tune squad for life I’m back up on the troop
I’m done with the foreplay
Cause I’m walking on Broadway
Man I’m repping this all day
NY to the death threw the airwaves
Cool nigga with a attitude
Got these niggas all mad cause my altitude
Was a freshman in first class
Now I’m running the flow without a hall pass
Get your hands in the air
Yeah we in Madison square
Screaming we don’t care
Yeah, up at Madison Square
Hands in the air
Yeah get them hands in the air
Garden flow
I’m running late
You know the date
So what you trying to hit us for

Written by:
Christopher Brown

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