Lyrics:
I left the bike by the curb
Hailed a taxi to my right and told him, "hurry"
Everything was tangerine
Everything was fine
All the untold reveries,
and still
Surrounded by the hustle, I longed for something more
A slower pace, a little grace, land yet to explore
So tell 'em I'm coming back, back to where
please proceed to back in
In Manhattan
With lil raincoat in Manhattan
In the spots that you ain't got access
Ain't got the password cuz you ain't active
Train emerges from the underground
everybody's got their heads bowed down
The city lights are going by unseen
The woman on my left tears a page out
a 100 karats
I'm rare like a 100 karats
These niggas thinking that they hot all the cock riding need to stop
Harlem nigga paper chasing 116th manhattan
Harlem on the rise, give a shout out to Manhattan. Money is the motive, knowledge is a blessing, seeing synchronities before it start trending. Tryna cop
In Miami relaxin’/
I be rappin’ no cap drove the Gat,
From Manhattan
Look who pops outta the blue,
That Boy’s the truth/
Watch me hop into this coop,
Went out ta LA and slept on the beach
Just Santa Monica and me and my dreams
Woke up in the sand next to the pier
To someone picking up trash by my
Well were dancing under the sun
Your high heels flashing my collar undone
I held you closley in my arms
My body totally embraced by your charms
the guys split to kiss the Lizzie's ass
At call of the shining stars
The warriors hypnotized by the brilliant light
Ooh ooh bitches offbeat
Ooh ooh smack my
kin
Don't make me rearrange your chin, make it swollen by the inch hoe
Give me my money, hoe, You think it's funny, hoe
I need the cuddy hoe, do
Walk with me for a while
Past the parking lot out where the boats glide by
As the sun settles down on the Upper West Side
We’ll leave solid ground
Mr. Manhattan walked up to me
and asked me why the long face?
We're on an island do you need an ice tea?
I said, "I used to have a pretty little
with each passin' day
For love of what I've left behind
These city lights can't dim the memory of Tipperary on my mind
Manhattan's tall but not
Say I'm sliding in Manhattan with my bros
And I'm tatted as a motherfucker, baby let me know
If your nigga ain't doing it right then I guess I gotta
the Standard Hotel
I'm in the Standard Hotel
I've been in the church basement
I've seen Manhattan's bedrock
I've been in the Rockaways awakened by the cops
I've
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
Val-dera
My knapsack on my back
I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me
and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot owl cries over everything
And the blackbird disagrees
Singing in the night time, singing in the day,
When little
you cry
It's got to learn to make you laugh
And I want to hold you by my side
I want to make you laugh I want to make you cry
And I want to hold
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
before niggaz learned gun fool
Yeah +Run+, D.M.C.'s were original
Now we got pretty thugs, and sore criminals
I remember hip-hop, not dominated by visual
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
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