Yankee Fitted - Talib Kweli, Mims, The Bad Seed

I swear on my Yankee fitted, I’m 'bout business

Jesus, God, Muhammad, Allah, my witness

N.Y stand up, y’all know what this is (this is)

One for New York you bitches

Set the record straight, I rep the state

Everywhere I go the fitted attract hate

The N. Y logo, they say «Oh no!»

New York in the building, don’t speed, go slow

Shout to westside, shout to south, shout to midwest

Overseas in depth, shout to everywhere I ain’t even been yet

But when I touchdown one thing you can bet

I got my fitted on, who wanna get it on?

Even when I’m dolo, the borough and the logo

I’m so N. Y, oh and I, walk with a bop like my toes just died

The hat speak for me, I don’t vocalize

Swing my arm like a hammer til I broke his eye

New York’s on, yeah, and the pope get high

Yo pass my fitted, let me show this guy I

Got it in blue, got it in red I, got it in black, matter of fact

You could tell an N. Y nigga how he wear it

If it ain’t about the fitted hat, I don’t wanna hear it

That’s my Yankee fitted, that’s my Yankee fitted

That’s my Yankee fitted, that’s that Yankee (Hey!)

And everywhere we go, they already know

That’s that Yankee fitted, that’s my Yankee fitted

That’s that Yankee… (Talib Kweli, Blacksmith!)

My New Era Yankee fitted is so money

The way your hat fit on your head is so funny

You bummy, it’s so laughable

I’m so international, I’m always on the runway no fashion show

Places I have to go, you can’t get to it, no MetroCard

Wear it on stage and I sweat a lot, so you can tell I’m working

I got a reservoir of fitteds, 7 and ¼th the fit is so perfect

I stay loyal to the royal blue

They call the Apple rotten cause New York City will spoil you

Sometimes I switch it up, with the fedora or the applejack, 'til I’m ready to

bring the Apple back

That’s when I open up my closet door, and find a cap to match the Spike Lee

Jordans on the closet floor

Me and my fitteds travel many miles, before every tour I stop and try on the…

I been around the world and I I I, I keeps my Yankee fitted

Brim tucked low across my eye’s why, sometimes I can’t see shit but yo

I go hard for my city no pause, me I ball like I have no draws

I had to pause on that, I sound reckless

I’m from New Yitty the city that found Precious

Yep yep, I rap hard when I’m OT, I got the game on wrap like I’m Roti

No seguro my nigga, that means no sleep

I hit the club like pussy meat and I’m so deep

I got a big ego, I make big bread

Ask these bitches they tell you I got a big head

That’s cause most of y’all niggas ain’t really livin'

You couldn’t walk a day in my fitted, nigga you kiddin'?