Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this? And who can see it.. plain as day Look how it FALLS down Falls down upon everybody! This is it [Lateef] Looking, over a city, thats gritty, and rather pretty A pity, its hard to find, but inequity, cover Every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy They givin ??, up to woodsy Manipulating they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kittykats They cross paths when traffic subsides somewhere Some brothers is overstanding on a hot black rooftop Freestyling for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live And answers the question why God blessed the Earth But, buildings block out the sky, and the children Are oversexualized, mediawise, brutalized by parents At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wideeyed Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds Somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ?? The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouthsoff Retali and swear he could damage em Dunn But that will shatter his Moms faith In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm Its hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn Some end up slanging dope, some end up strung out On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day That it is it aint boring, and so hard to ignore it Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure Or a success story On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city thats gritty And rather pretty, a pity Its hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty Square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate [ElP] My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish Glass bubble local profile, the years fiscal Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile Mostly, lonely, plant life Cement arena scream when you dont listen closely Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant Immature Menendez fashion Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive Where MCs got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets Caught up in the dragnet, trifelon Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant I sense the tension building, since canvas killing K9s roam trained our district Culture murder politic sadistic Policy autopsy backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap I told him it was art but just got laughed at Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you Sooner than never, most lawless progress together Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk Brain rape train bottle by the burners of books, FUCK THAT! [Lyrics Born] Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco And everybody sandwiched in, cant stop here and ambulances Dont nobody asskiss, aint practical being passive In the city you ask so much ass and mo asses Its a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish English quest, cant understand, as the languages clash And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms Its delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism And the battle inches on, every section separated By ethnic features decorated veterans deliverin Lessons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers And Im part, of an elite fleet, of MCs, and Truthspeakers I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor My peers I beg forgiveness, I just dont buy twelve inches Too many independents, they share the same resemblence Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance Like Im fighting off a sickness plus they just dont hold my interest But, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace The first day, I inched below the surface And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, interpretation Of disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attempting contemplation on Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into The fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowing em down baby!
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