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New York City

Kool Keith

The Lost Masters

2003

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Recorded by: 郭子翊
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Yeah, you know what we ‘bout do this time, yeah
Ugh, look
What you mad for
What

friend of mine
Did it by myself, never needed nobody
Did it by myself, never needed nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Did it by myself, never needed nobody
Did

early lieutenant
People looking at a boy real silly
Moving with em boys up the city
And I hope they offended
Yeah that’s my incentive
Yeah that’s my

loving tide alright

Far away from the steamy city
To the warmth of countryside
Where the air is on a high roll
And a handshake still is gold
Dawn is

and my crew better listen
I'm on a mission and I'm stayin' driven
I only stay motivated by winnin'
Know I got gold, and you know that it glistens
I just

In '48 at Sutter's Mill, Marshall made the find 
A gold rush on a scramble west SF by '49 
Stanford was the grocer, Townsend was the doc
Geary ran

cause my pride's what I dealt
Ever since then, I was thrown in the cold
Ever since then, I was going for the gold
Ever since then, I was going for

certified by the ogs hoes coming over in heels
Rick James shit fuck yo couch nigga
Hoe open up your blouse show me them titties
My city hold the torch ms

out the lights
And just live in the dark like we did in those times
Judgin' a squad by one officer's crimes
Act like every cop out to ruin your life

of gold to the head
And now this head has got a hole in it
Guess I'm just open-minded
It's a city thing
It's a silly thing

Cast a cold eye
You don't give

by ten
Always fuckin fast in the city 
Never slow down
Nubian queens with me, blowing up some clouds
(If you hold me down then hold me down 
Oh my

the gold
We headed straight out
Yea im headed home
Get out my face now
Or ima getchu gone 
I been goin ape shit
I been goin wild
I been on my own shit

Got it heating up
These bitches feel me when they see me tryna see what's up
Different cities different mistress ain't no keeping up
Tried to do

Ready from the go
Ready to blow
Two buildings blow
Lost many of souls
Two billion sold
Still have my soul
Born and raised in the chi city roads(Chi city

City of gold, every wall shines
Brighter than a thousand suns
People are richer than you could ever imagine
Such beauty
Close to perfection
Out

nonsense over lettuce 

Where was all the helping hands at when I was out here helpless 

Raise awareness 

Right by Trellis 

Smoking sum leave you

Front page it was told

Black fist in the air got em’ stripped of they gold

Nineteen sixty eight Mexico City 

Ain’t no pity 

Situations gritty

pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud

will soon fulfill
And wondering what lies beyond that multicolored hill
Is it a city made of gold or just a landscape growing old?
Are they just colors

an anomaly
Far from normality
I'm an anomaly nigga
Kgoši mentality
Beyond reality

I'm an anomaly
Whole city proud of me
That's Polokwane
It's in my biology

stoned for this
Man around the city in known for this
Magic to her ears she gone moan for this
Fighting like kids we 2 grown for us, 
They want to I push

there (gold hair) like I'm a saiyan
And I'm not acting this ain't no play in
Y'all niggas ballsy yeah you in a play in
Making all this money I go state in