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rock New York City all year around
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn
From town to town, until it's world reknowned
And I rock New York City all year around

Check it out
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in
the garden path 
To a place where money grows on trees 
Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease 
There's only one mountain in the rock
Resolution is the aftermath of that which could not be defined
Hanging on a cliff with no options but to die, rewind or recline
Compromising on earth to ignite
the pot to boil
Man I can't wait to see your rock from ?
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring brad jordan to life
Sat
the pot to boil
Man I can't wait to see your rock from ?
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life
Sat
the sound 
From town to town, until it's world reknowned 
And I rock New York City all year around 

Check it out 
It's on so you can swerve when it's
forced into periless proposition
We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
From the cold dirt, rocks
periless proposition
We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
King
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
King
like (?) from New York and L.A.
He from around D.C. but be in V.A.
So, from Cha-City to Detroit Rock City
They all say the same lines
(???????)
Get
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
to Rock Hard like Cafe
Mother

Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
Why try, we murda you
Drive by's in convertible
Lex, stretched like your grandmothers
a cliff), well it dropped thirty feet!

A bunch of dust puffed out! Rocks and boulders hacked up, (hack! hack!) crushing 'The LINCOLN'!

I gave him