Lyrics:
Pasadena, Kansas state
Mobb Deep is that truth, liar
College is that fuel fire
Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire
I'm on point like
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
lettuce inna di sandwich
Hand gun by di boxes
AK dem weh tall like a Ostrich
Unknown killa fi do di job is
Organize crime like di map is
Murda fi hirе,
him skin dryer
Anyweh yuh see Addi wid di empire
If a 10 gun, ten rise and a ten fire
Gun inna hand, a so we stay
Clap di six pans inna yuh face middle
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Hand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the gun in his
Hand huh! Cross that man
I’ma put the fence in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
I’ma put the fence
of the state could be gone by the count of three
This entire empire
As lead you to believe
That guns aren't the enemy
Have fun with your guns
Have fun with
by the lake
I can sell a dream to
A nigga that's wide awake (Woo)
Acquire quiet cake, never coincide with jake
(Never) , nigga
From the Empire State
done turned to communist
Bowing down to a obelisk seeds of Romulus and Remus
Banking, money laundering schemers
In the empire state where they honour
about God's hand
Holding me
Up on that rugged tree
You took that walk for someone unworthy
Exactly like a hajji
Where your empire now
Where your empire
the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
By how
Look who's knockin' at the door, warrant in his hand
Another good God fearing Christian with a gun and a badge
Every day, they get away with
the media by sending out
Fraudulent misinformation the reason why I'm
Always so extremely fed up is because of the
Current state of the country i'm
Certain
stackin' my chips, hoes, higher than Shaq on his tiptoes
Atop the Empire State Buildin', this shit is like child's play, children
I will not annihilate,
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
of all, first of all I am human
Said I’m a human first, first, yeah yeah
Now everybody just put your hands in the air if you’re human
Wave ‘em like you do
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state
the ruin of the State
A Horse misused upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark
...
Angels and devils before my eyes
The palms of my hands hung by my side
Helpless I watched them destroy and divide
Life in the Empire State...
Cold
guilty hands
Guns guns shatter the lands
A system built by the sweat of the many
Creates assassins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State
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