Lyrics:
Well, let me tell you a story 'bout a life on the streets
A young and wealthy man, erased from history
He loved the colour red, got aroused by it so
True badman no cry
Some'll live and some'll die
Real man kill and don't say
Move in silence every day, every day
Money-making ability
Theme
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
and dancing
When they should cry.
It?s been raining here in London
But this old world still spins by
It?s still raining here in London
It?s still raining
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
and what's within
Whole cities and sirens who'll never know my face
Grooves in my head, now I gotta move a little
Stones by my bed, aura colour rainbow skittle
is my city, yeah
(GBO)
It’s dazzling when bright lights are flashing
Its out of this world you can only imagine
I was born and raised by this city
neighbors
Jordan made me Bull, but Kobe made me a Laker
Lee Scratch pass, know they crying in Jamaica
The boy stay blessed like the
Wine with the wafer
Live
The city streets are wet again with rain
But I'm walkin' just the same
Skies turn to the usual grey
When you turn to face the day
And love don't
terrace by a hillside green,
It’s there that our love would come true,
This city life is blinding us all,
We burn out as we vent all our spleen,
We spend
stood in silence, a lonely angel in the night
The river floating by, behind the city lights
Revealing her green eyes, like some bridges in the sky
She
She loves the city and it loves her too, painted eyes are the colour blue
Cherry lips and porcelain skin, my body shivers when she looks at him
I see
to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy
the sunset, watching the sky
I like driving through the cities neon lights
Colours changing and the moon was high
Above my head in between the stars
I wanna
within
Surrounded by all the flowers
Taking in the greens
On this summer's day
I really needed the breeze
Sounds of the city movement
Blurred by
killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour
killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
to the development
Of your nations
But I say to you
Our lives are taken
And our dreams are smashed
By men who will stop
At nothing to get what they want
The dealers
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