The Bad Apple

By Inspectah Deck

On Manifesto

Released on March 23, 2010

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[Hook 2X: sample]

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan

And Staten, and Staten, and Staten, and Staten


[Inspectah Deck]

I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty

Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me

Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp with a mickey

Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky

Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements

The young guns put pressure on the made men

The fiends'll, they'll cap you for your package

The mass act savage, living sis selling her ass and tits

Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya

The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular

Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime

Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons

And little man wanna be just like me

The sadness thing, he just might be

Where the livest, Christiopher Walken, King of New York, and

Resort to talking when the heaters on him, grieving on him


[Hook 2X]


[Inspectah Deck]

Ol' blue eyes said, "you make it here, you make it anywhere"

Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air

Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to

Watch the young Gotti's, the'll off you

It's like the mafia plot

The fishermen they find more bodies then cops

But the shots don't stop trynna get it get it

Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it

Big city lights, with chicks and ice

You living, you victim to them sick gritty types

Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips

Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it

If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound

Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home

So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone

In these mean streets you all alone


[Hook 2X]