[Speaking:]. Yo anybody thats from Harlem should know what I'm talking about when I say no music. [Laughing] ya'll thought it was a game?. Holla. [Chorus]. No Music No Music No Music No Music. [Verse 1:]. Oh Who you know spit it hard to a handclap. She aint wack. So I tell a corny nigga hand dat. To a record label while I get my hair wrapped. Then I let it fall under my New York yankee cap. Anybody that know better. That got chedda. Bet go getta. Cuz ya already know I'm where its at. And if Im rollin. Im ridin. I got my homies beside me. I tell ben drop me off he like. Where its at. I gets it poppin. Im droppin. Ya'll know I dont play. And know my swag is official to what my flow say. And any club that's poppin my record gon play. Rest in peace to Haze and Lil Zay Zay. L.I.L when the m gon carry me. 16 spit it mean. In a carry c. 37 Willex Ave where you find between. 7 Ave is the block where you find me. [Chorus:]. No Music No Music No Music No Music. Harlem Ha!!!