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Chicken Saltimbocca
02:50
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Sippin' Deleon in Aime Leon Dore,
labeled a peon but now my rings all gold/
I been had flavors, shorties know how I cater/ Plus I know a few gangters’ll spin the block for a favor/
A product of the projects better come correct/ Code switchin from being modest to pullin techs/
Is nothin different I get to spittin and earn respect/
You here to witness it’s genovese in full effect, uh/
Poppin threes in pinky rings, jab step the D then pull it up in they teeth, I’m Carmelo/
Leave em wit a shriek, bullets make em go falsetto/
Shorty fine but she hard to love if she not ghetto/
Nuff with the soft spots, my shooters a Balrog/
You sweet as a cough drop/
You foul like offsides/
Can’t fuck with apartheid/
My brothers is black/
I’m checkin character and that’s how I determine who’s wack/
He pack a derringer, and sip the ginger beer out a flask/
His wallees clean but he scuff em up if need be/
Don’t got a beam but his aim as good as CP/
Especially from mid range, he get a lil personal/
You’s the one that popped it off but tell me was it worth it though?
Straight up off the Bouley and they told me that they heard the flow/
“Yo, you nice kid but you livin wrong, get off the streets or you end up like the rest of the Bronx”/
Now I’m in Cali in a Caddy bumpin Cypress Hill/
Puffin snally federalis couldn’t touch me still/
RIP Spoonz, I sipped the lean too/
But kicked the habit now it’s green up in my blunt/
And sip the liquor just in case I gotta stunt/
Chicken Saltimbocca, eatin lavish can’t front/
Yeah, Chicken Saltimbocca, eatin lavish I can’t front/
We living good over here now/
It’s a new chapter, you heard?
Genovese, baby
West to East coast I get respect, it ain’t no doubt/
You can catch me back home, shit, you can catch me in Oakland/
You can catch me in the Mission, it don’t matter/
One Love.
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Knickerbocker Ave
02:48
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I keep my elbow tucked, I’m a straight shooter/
I rather hit em with the nin’ then let the Ks do em/
Knickerbocker Ave in a Knickerbocker hat/
Imanuel Quickley with the rock the way I’m droppin cats/
I hit up Skyyler with the jack he out in Tulum/
I hit up jjaahz for some art, said it’s comin soon/
‘Member when Tommy spun the booth out at Kinfolk/
We was singin “Can We Talk” til the fights broke out/
A lost cherub and a disgruntled relationship/
Blowin kisses to Sade while I take a piss/
That Henny had me on some other shit what you expect/
If you comin to flex, put ya cousin to rest/
I let four fly, bout a dozen is left/
Leave that funk on ya flesh/
See I come from the X,
Where if you flashin, dawg you better be packin/
Nothin is everlasting/
You eatin or you fasting/
I dropped a G on the Beretta, my Italians fluent/
Or I could uppercut these diamonds have you soundin stupid/
I got options dawgs, you talk nonsense/
Arancini with the saffron I’m livin good/
I’m hardcore, Gorilla Biscuits and Cro-Mags/ bumpin Kali Yuga, out the Chevy throwback/
How you gon hold that, I brought the flows back/
From 93, they yellow like grimey teeth/
My Patna just came home he gained 20 pounds/
I’d rather be in the house then in them funny crowds/
Then again y’all inspire me to talk my shit,
Either dig it or get off my shit/
Vese!
Yeah,
Genovese
YA TU SABES!
You know how we doin’ it out here, word
Sypooda what up!
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GENOVESE:
Yeah Nims, we gon talk our shit on this one huh!?/
Sypooda, What up! Uh-huh
I used to rock the Polo Sport/
Now it’s Kapital buckets/
Used to pack a 22, now this drum do precision/
I’m from the era of buck 50s and bandanas/
My Walkman bumpin ‘Who Am I’ Juelz Santana/
NIMS:
My great granny had Rottweilers/
Cousins living on the 8th/
For times I had to get it straight Noventa y tres punto tres (93.3)/
And I’m on the interstate, “You know there’s something in my heart”/
Special thanks to Michel’le, I bent a right I’m on my way/
GENOVESE:
Say less, we bout to kick like Payless/
Give a kiss with the stainless/
If they talk to me tainted/
I hit my brother on the jack what’s the dealy pap’/
You mighta seen me on the block but I ain’t milly rock/
NIMS:
Aye, out in Harlem, vegan chop bodega with the ‘akh/
And copped the juice though/
Fightin’ suckas at the park with my patna Hugo/
GENOVESE:
N I know and You know/
These rap cats is culo/
We drift em like a Futo
Couple Onis in a two door/
I don’t give a fuck about ya VVS’s kid/
I was flipping like I used rock the DVS’s kicks/
NIMS:
I’m talking Tory Pudwell, don’t get lifted like dumbbells trynna hold yo’ weight/
Same people we idolize got us standing in place/
It’s not an allegory, I keep it lit for those who came before me/
On a mission like the clique in 40, hey what’s really going on?/
We all products of the toxins that was livin’ inside our homes/
GENOVESE:
Can a dog get bone/
I left the bullshit at home/
Pops drunk off his ass
And it was cold in my room/
My unc had the sega genesis/
NBA Slam Jam way before the pelicans/
Never delicate, how I bring to ya delegates/
You play the nemesis leave you dented in ya rented whip/
My third eye Sauron I’ll bleed ya fellowship/
Better get a grip/
Any negligence will have you heaven sent/
Slippin, Fallin, you can’t get up/
And if you try you’ll meet the bottom of my Timb with a STOMP!/
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1993
02:26
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Like the Presi I’m devious at the podium/
Stay flooded with more keys than a custodian/
Everybody hard til I cock and let the 40 spit/
Fuck Call of Duty, I been callin Juli/
Where my money at?
And don’t be talkin rudely/
I got youngins with shiny pieces they dyin to boom em/
I’m from the Bronx but could catch me out on Fillmore/
Bumpin Nikatina in some Nikes you would kill for/
East to West Coast papi never tuck his chain/
Bitch I’m dyin bout it, fuck it, cause to me it’s all the same/
I got homies I ain’t seen in 10+ years/
9/11, the blackout, I done seen my share/
So when them big bodies back out I stand up like hairs, on the back of my neck/
I ain’t scared I’m just present/
Cause one slip, you wrapped up like a gift/
I’m known to duck drama, but stilla ball up a fist/
Ayo Nims, it’s simple mathematics a nice soul sample and a mic I’m emphatic/
I grew up on CL smooth and Pete Rock/
So when I Get Physical, I put em in critical/
Mystical, Visual, very Artistical/
This rappin is a ritual/
Strolls under the bridge as a kid that’ll stick with you/
My pops ghettoblaster bumpin life after/
Tears wept, then Big Pun was the next chapter/
Joey Crack, Fordham Ave I’m at Jimmy Jazz/
Coppin school fits, a hot chocolate Dunkin Donuts, hold the cool whip/
Shit, simpler times/
My moms workin graveyard shifts I’m slangin dimes/
I touched down earth same year Starks dunked on Jordan at the Garden/
1993 until I part it.
1993 until I part it.
1993 until I part it.
Yeah, 1993 until I part it.
1993 until I part it.
Man, 1993 until I part it.
1993.
VESE.
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Genovese The Bronx, New York
Of Puerto Rican & Italian heritage.
Genovese represents the borough of The Bronx.
While paying homage to The Bay Area, CA where he resides.
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