文本歌词

I'm the City - Guilty Simpson/Boldy James/Statik Selektah
I used to dream about It
Then I woke up went and got It
My warm heart rotted
Gotta get something' for my pockets
And I dare a mother f**ker try and stop It I'm petty boy
Steppin' on my toes we'll forever war
Until It's agreed we settled score
For better or for best fame
I won't accept less than
The corner got me In a press jam
They wanna hold a ring like the best man
But still I'm the king of the best land
Overseeing rollin' green overseas In the snowy season
You don't believe go and see I'm the only reason
Some go and see 'em screaming' In the front row all gunge ho
Far stretch from the slums tho my city Is a gun show blew
So what should I do besides strap up two
In the window of the birds eye view
Like a falcon nah more like malcontent with the same outcome
Fate Is something that we can't outrun
So I'm holding' my ground till your soldiers get down
But they better come correct cause I'm holding' some rounds
I'm the city my heart beats 'mo--to-the-town'
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
Talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
Talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Talk the city with me
When I finally catch a certain rapper
I'm a punch him In his face till my hand breaks
Or his jaw and his cheek bones shatter
Whatever comes first on site no handshakes
Don't let the music confuse It I'm ruthless
The problem became the solution
But don't act stupid I'm still under construction
I can still relapse and get crews hit bap bap bap
Like that the new me didn't write that
He leaves and comes right back
You riden' out get your white snatched
Mina mina but I lobby to bring Ice back
The current level easily I'm twice that
Cause I write real life raps that's colder that an Ice pack
Stomp a rapper till my Nike's crack concrete
No pity so come get me
What's a king to a god but a dream to a nod
I'm the real thing yo you a facade
I used to run a peal ring f**kin' with the mob
In front of my building tuckin' In my charm
Cause It drew to much attention not because of gettin' robbed
But with the Intention of kings pushin' my pawns
This Is chess not checkers
So make your next move your best one
Or catch your last breath trying catch It
Catchin' up to god quick with the quickness
So don't get no bright Ideas cause we hit them lights out
You dim wit Imbecile nincompoop past nimb wit
I got a very short wit and a long stick get flipped
And little do they know we don't miss shoot
Shoot might catch your body ain't nobody exempt
Anybody can get It anybody
You take somethin' from me and lay your hand on me you get hit
When I'm looking through the scope from a distance long range
Home of the pistons Detroit
Only goin' the distance
While these In black pantyhose and some fish nets It's concrete
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
Talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
Talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Talk the city with me