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tongue?
Have you leopard on your lips?
Smelt every flower in the gun
Tell me, just come clean!

I journeyed here because of a jazz song
I journeyed here

This Ain't Living

G. Love & Special Sauce

G. Love & Special Sauce

1994

because it's too damn cold outside
Underneath the bridge they pump the city's bilge
Into the alley they sweet the city's filth
The flowers wilt

Kenya ,Naija, Sweden na all over
Walifanya mambo 
Walifanya mambo 
Walifanya mambo 
Ee ee eee real G's 
Wapi flowers za Vigeti, big up Kamau
Wapi flowerz

the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair

the flowers and check out the trees
Just a look can you tell me what you see
Cause we're blessed indeed and that's all I can see
But what a shame that we cannot

[Verse]
In shadows deep, the city sleeps
A haunting tune begins to seep
From darkened alleyways it creeps
A crimson melody, secrets it keeps (oh-oh)

The city of lights can be so bright
No one ever sleeps
Staying up all night
24 hours cars keep rushing by

Writing in my planner
My life hour by hour

eco-society
Solar roads and cities
Like flowers and trees
Sharing fuel, food and air
For all life's safe repair

Greed broke the link
Pushed life to the brink

Pacifics

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

the theory is in pigeon
If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed
On Sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers
So get with the rhythms while

Beautiful black flower
No weeping willow
Oh! They love to hate you so
Golden brown boys and girls
Please stick around
Even though they want to see

dollar bill,
Gonna have a real cool night,
 
The jazz band's playing,
And the city lights are shining,
Through the windows of this lounge,
I light myself

Rock Steady

Method Man

The Piece Maker, Vol. 2

2004

bloodhounds, pop, show it off
Actin' like that money ain't live
Built it from the getty-up, New York City gonna fry
Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines
Yeah,

And into space I project
Pretty flowers gotta lay on my neck
In the fucking pretty flowers I
Just lay on my back
Never stressing about money
I just lay here

Swoon Units

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

What's up butterfly, what's happenin'?

If it's swoon I can dig
I peep out the flowers when they bloom, if you dig
Sisters do their dips to our booms

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

the society for scientific exploration
Color is vibration, vibration is sound
Sound resonates through the mouth check it out
What I say vibrates no less than 9

Greetings, fellow individuals, cities and societies of planets of ours.
We are the grapes in a bunch.
Our group is called hot grapes
It consists

Basquiat Brushes
Jazz in the city
Matisse and Dali
Pluvial Taxi
Macan cffandi
Pattie sisters and Sarwani
Spectacle Society
Sous les pavés;
La Plage!

flowers in bloom
That’s how I knew

The City in the summer
Is like a machine
Turns you til your essence is gone
Keeps moving
After the feeling is gone
You

Last Poet
Cadence on that, Black Magic
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm
Forgetting your accolades when I’m steady grooving souls
In a city

There’s nothing happening in this city
You can see it in the skies
Its in every drunken Biddy 
Its every Paddy’s eyes 
But there’s floods in Tipperary 
So

win
Like the city of the wind
In my Jordan shoes
And I'm scoring movies
And signing boobies
I'm acting foolish
You can't talk to me
I'm too rude

up all your cookies with the autumn air incarnate
He all-city by the time your eyes adjusted to the darkness
In parts uncharted, always find

give a damn about no one
Nothing shakes you, my son
They say in New York City
Children carry broken glass under their fingernails
Box cutters in

and the flower in her hair

She says:

(chorus)

I love this city, I love it all my life

I was drawn here like water is to the sky

And if the hurricane comes, if