Styles P x Ghostface Killah x Nas x Dave East - The Mecca

[Intro: Radhamusprime] Now I'm on my way to the big city I'm going to New York 40-Year-Old Version (The Mecca) Yo, the Bronx, it's on you It's Harlem, what! Let them know (The Mecca) B.K., (The Mecca) all day, huh Yo, Shaolin, Shaolin, huh The Mecca, Yonkers! Y-O (The Mecca) Queens [Verse 1: Nas] I write, the page starts, vision orbs white dots Visions from all sorts of beings 'til life stop You see in the right part, paranormal pen The Conjuring, I'm convinced It could be spirits in the jewelry I'm shining in I take a hand-written card before I don a gift A love letter, thanks to my grandmothers Would saying they thought I was crazy Now I see fortune favors the bold, they made me Stay dangerously, ancestral guidance Spiritual gangsta, you know how we slidin' Life's a rosary beads, I know the code of the streets But where would I be if they wasn't looking over me? My life's been a better life since I left that life Beyond my type quotes, my life is your life coach Separate revenue streams, what you sayin' Even my chain gave birth to every chain in the game Primis Player Placeholder [Verse 2: Dave East] They suffer from delusions of grandeur Don't get caught with your pants off Now we run hard, you got extorted cause you ran soft Holdin' the signs, times of a DVD I'm watching for TMZ, the law and order I saw was on TNT Driving like it's Nascar, old school, top down, the rag off C-town worker, I'm dropping the bags off Every week the car switch, just left Timberlee, eating aki and swordfish Where I'm from, it get dark quick I know they got the packages sending like Ochoa brothers Don't matter what you sell, like Cali, we cartel I had visions of a mansion but were stuck in a small cell I'm fortunate to say I know y'all well Nas, you signed me (my nigga) Styles, we did Beloved with no problem Fair move, Tang and Stapleton, Ghostface co-signed me Tony Stark, Pablo, Esco, Pinero In a room full of weirdos, plottin' to rob 'em like DeNiro I'm not no hero [Hook: Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca, home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl, home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca, home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca, the city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie, my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York City where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it [Verse 3: Remy Ma] Where I'm from, the liquor store is next door to the church and Couldn't use the pizza shop bathroom with no purchase Everybody was hurting, nobody was working Sheets in the windows, couldn't afford curtains Bum dude cut my face, just one of my burdens Took my own stitches out, no insurance and no surgeon Now I take private jets on excursions Now I got a Birkin, now I got a daughter And she a whole person, she the whole purpose Now I be tryna write my rhymes with no curses Ten years from now, don't want her on the web searching Seeing mom half-naked on the stage twerking Nope, the views ain't worth it I'm prepping for the day she asks, "Mommy, why they say you shot a person?" Remy ain't perfect But if you ain't from the streets, my life could be a little hard to interpret Take the top layer off, right below the surface I'm so New York, just a 40-year-old version [Verse 4: Styles P] You dig? Ghost, I'm a god to your gods, so what's the king to me? When I made it off of poverty bars I was selling dope, when you had Monopoly cards I was dirt poor, now you see the property large New sweatsuit, fat knot, Glock in the palm Took a yacht from the Bahamas, docked in the ponds I'm from New York, new thoughts burn like Newports I don't fuck with rap dudes, a lot of them too soft Tryna get me the mall to smoke in the food court Dog food and a new Porsche With two pretty bitches that'll shoot at you soon as you snooze off Nah, dawg, I'm legit now Forest green 6 with the AMG kit when I skip town Fuck a foreign car and an Audemars I'm tryna get it like I'm Randolph and Mortimer Duke, yeah that shit in your drop box Q But you pussy, you should put it on mute, nigga [Hook: Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca, home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl, home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca, home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca, the city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie, my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York City where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, Wizard of Oz, I push bars through seminars Recoup and reinvest earners, back to Panama A gangster's memoir, pinky ring, no chain Used to sit in Cristal baths, watch Soul Train To all my enemies, I'll shoot up your embassy Starks go off your energy, .44's the remedy I sit and just grin while embracing my pen I shot between sharp walls, never scraping my fins This is the moment, the CDC verse stop the COVID Been in big dice games, never hesitating to roll it I was taught to just shoot that shit, never to show it Strangle the witness, slit the throat of a culprit Ultra black's your toast, holy ghost, a blacksmith Know niggas that'll cremate you, smoke your ashes Two pulls and pass it Then ask a nigga how he taste, fantastic [Hook: Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca, home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl, home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca, home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca, the city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie, my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York City where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it [Outro: Radhamusprime] Radhamusprime, Nas Dave East, we in the Mecca Ayo Remy, Styles P Ghostface, Beatminerz Mr. Walt, Evil D