🎵 The Garden Killed Him Back | New York Knicks Fan Anthem (Boom Bap)

🎵 LYRICS: The Garden Killed Him Back Opening night, the Garden shook the floor Orange and blue packed every seat, demanding more Cavs walked in thinking they could steal the night New York had other plans — turned off their lights Bridges hit four shots before the crowd sat down Ten points in the first — already wearing the crown Silent King stepped up, OG locked it in Twenty-four and fourteen — ghost who always wins Brunson called the plays like a conductor on stage Twenty-three points steady, never showed the rage KAT down low, nineteen and eleven strong Knicks up seventeen at half — the Cavs were gone Mitchell woke up in the third, dropped twenty-one Flipped it to eighty-six — thought the damage was done But New York don't fold when the pressure hits the seams Fourteen to two in the fourth — rest in peace to your dreams Spida came to kill it, the Garden killed him back Twenty-one in the third couldn't keep him on track Up by one at eighty-six — then the Knicks said no Fourteen straight unanswered sent you back to Ohio Spida dropped thirty-one and still fell off the map Spida spun his silk but the web never snapped back The Garden never sleeps and the Garden never folds 119 to 111 — and the story's been told Mobley had twenty-two, kept the Cavs alive Allen set the screens but the Knicks took the drive McBride came off the bench cold — drained four from deep Buried Cleveland's bench mob while they tried to keep Every time they cut it close New York slammed the door OG grabbed another board, said I'll take one more Brunson picked his spots — didn't force a thing Just moved the ball and let his teammates swing Spida came to kill it, the Garden killed him back Twenty-one in the third couldn't keep him on track Up by one at eighty-six — then the Knicks said no Fourteen straight unanswered sent you back to Ohio Spida dropped thirty-one and still fell off the map Spida spun his silk but the web never snapped back The Garden never sleeps and the Garden never folds 119 to 111 — and the story's been told You had the lead in the third, thought you turned the tide Four minutes in the fourth — nowhere left to hide The Garden swallowed Spida whole when the lights burned hot Thirty-one points on the board — but the win was never yours Spida came to kill it, the Garden killed him back Twenty-one in the third couldn't keep him on track Up by one at eighty-six — then the Knicks said no Fourteen straight unanswered sent you back to Ohio Spida dropped thirty-one and still fell off the map Spida spun his silk but the web never snapped back The Garden never sleeps and the Garden never folds 119 to 111 — and the story's been told Spida came to kill it, the Garden killed him back Twenty-one in the third couldn't keep him on track Up by one at eighty-six — then the Knicks said no Fourteen straight unanswered sent you back to Ohio Spida dropped thirty-one and still fell off the map Spida spun his silk but the web never snapped back The Garden never sleeps and the Garden never folds 119 to 111 — and the story's been told OG grabbed the boards, Brunson ran the show Bridges lit the first quarter up and stole the glow McBride off the bench — four threes, no shame Opening night in New York — we set the flame