Lyrics:
south, thank God
Is still the same well, my Boston girl
She's read in the New York Times
That it was very chic now
To speak southern lines
Though she
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
And i just wanna get it jumping with this music and
Grandad go look at your grandson
He a hater i'm gone hold him for ransom
He illegal in new york i'ma
'cause they comin' out New York
I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue
Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog?
Got
What you mean you ain't got that new Lauren Declasse in your playlist?
(Lauren Da-Classy? Classy?)
You crazy?
(He's fire like)
He's just wavy
Nah
the dreams
That's why New York City is the city for me
You go down the street with coffee in hand
While the sun shines bright
And a family of rats crosses
Dazed and confused
But most of all battered and bruised
I came with a dream
Shared by more than a few it seems
Fall asleep now, New York City
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
the way from New York City down to your motherfucking set
KRS-One, you know how we do, son
Coming through on that break dance, one (one)
Two (two),
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
to the stars, stars stars
From Orlando, New York City, to Nevada, Mississippi
We can dance, dance, dance to the bay
Don't give up tonight
Don't give up
about it past is past
All you crusty punks that are into Crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass
We rock non stop here in New York City
Sweet
We put in work, we bit it all off
Metro New York helluva lot bout it
Dance with your arms out I know that I love you
Transplant from golden, I want
and start a riot, ri-riot
Be a rebel
Bottles poppin' 'til we can't stand
We keep it rockin' 'til 6 AM
New York to London over to Japan
Turn it up,
planned, whoa
New York skyline, for the first time
Could have been us but you walked away
City shines bright in the twilight
Got you on my mind but you
then, she's taking a Plan B
I got a Delilah, it's true, but she ain't in New York City, she in Classical B.U
And she's driven, independent, never
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
Won't you dance with me
Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas
of rain
Your promise of no more pain
If only in my mind, I swear I'll come back
Before Paris, New York or Venice
How many woman and men
Paid hungry
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
shmoney dance right on Biggie block
Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out
When French pull up in that brand new yacht
Watch me slide off wit'
.jpg/199px-Thea_Gilmore_-_Cambridge_Festivals_2001-2014_(239249232).jpg "Thea Gilmore")
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