Straight Outta Albn'y

Straight Outta Albn'y is a rap song written by Special Agent Jack "Lightningstrike" Danger, about the time he spent in Albany, a regional city where he spent most of his upbringing.

Lyrics
Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my brothers in the bus'ness, it's time

It's time, my brothers in the business (aight, my brothers in the business, begin)

Straight outta the oozing dungeons of rap

The compass drops deep as does my boree

I never run, 'cause to run is the enemy of glory

Beyond the walls of bitches, life is defined

I think of darkness when I'm in a Alb'ny state of mind

Hope the glory got some story

My allegory don't like no dirty inventory

Run up to the quarry

Go get the mandatory

Needles in your arm as they all sayin' "Dun' worry"

In an Albn'y state a-mind

What more could you ask for?

The authentic uproar?

You gotta complain 'bout bitches

I gotta love it all doe

Somebody still roots for the encore, whore (YO!)

Hope dat howl got some foul

The owl don't take no dirty scowl

Run up to the prey, get the foul, take 'em out

Wild, never-before-seen, futuistic, upfront in a Lamborghini

Boy, I tell ya, thought ya was Mussolini

I can't take the bitches but I'll take the sensei

I woulda try to vote, guess I got deviancy

I'm rappin to ya lingo

Gonna move to your flamingo

Yea, yaz, in an Albn'y stateamind

When I was young my dad was Dick fucking Cheney

I waz kicked outta the house wiv no beanie

Never thought I'd see that genie

And a soul alive that'd take dad's martini

I just hopin' dat rappel got some snappel'

Book-learnin' do be making you all cackle

My mumma didn't take no dirty snapple

Running up and dapple

Stairs to the chapel

But my belove no likin' dirty foxglove

We just wishin' the glove had some shove

Run up the dove, findin' true love

A hairy apple is quite the pineapple

In that Albn'y

State of mind