It was the night before New Year’s
And all through the fuckin’ projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec.
GZA, “Cold World,” Liquid Swords, 1995
Every time the ball drop on New Year’s Eve,
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese…
Prodigy, “New Yitty,” H.N.I.C. Part 2, 2008