Lyrics:
The plague
The plague
The plague
The plague
Fever in the city 7:27
(Dave Hill-Mal Spooner)
(Intersong/Warner Chappel)
Fever's in the city
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
Rep my city every night
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy that's life work
Crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
Time for the new
ark
The most prestigious couple
Just kickin' back parked
Against a perfectly blue sky
On a morning beatific
In its Indian summer breeze
Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter?
Young black art collector, I could take the pressure
Had the scales, now
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
chips
Dave East is on the West, with no vest on his chest
See he fuckin' with the S, I keep him free of the stress
Let me walk you through the city
boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
I still represent H-Town, the city
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Got a thick lighty right by my side
Had to show her the stig
We seen blue lights
She's wanting to cry
Im tryna survive
She wouldn't give a fuck if I
off the top of the dome
Big Boy city, you know my home
I'mma represent every time I come to the lab
If you wanna see me, homeboy, get the cab
Cause you
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
You're breaking my news
you're breaking my news
/
I thought I was sure I was not to endure the feeling of losing you
by walking on legs through a city
United but I hate the blues
I'm talking bout City and chelsea too
Oil money clubs breaking the fucking rules
But I'd play for them if they asked me
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
ho)
Flew in with a dub 'cause we
Tryna fuck the city up (All blues)
That shit we really rap about
We really live it, bruh
(Huh)
I'm in G5, I tell this
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
In the city, I'm always awake
There's a symphony of music in the street
And I get high to drown it out
But it don't work, it just gets louder
In
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
a jet like a jet blue jet
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
Major Lazer
Yo find this
Turn up loud
Can't hide from me, me say me boy I'm to be
City Boys shame
Yeah my number one got stolen by a City Boy
If I had the tools, I would go and blow his city up
If I had the tools, I would make his body
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
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