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was, then in '65
Lou Reed and John Cale in
A Ludlow Street dive
Had a similar musical spin
Also on acoustic guitar and violin
With even more New York

Disappear

House of Heroes

Suburba

2010

in the rear-view mirror

(Suburba)
It stocks your streets a lion in the reeds
(Suburba)
Wakes you in a panic from your sleep

(Suburba)
Your

At The Movie
If I'm Heated, Im Off To Get A Caribou Lou To Cool Me
(Created) By Tech Nizzle And T-Wizzle
One High Day.
We Mixed It Up
And Then I Say We Drink

The mob through the trenches (Nigga)
Movin' like the president 'cause rappers
Dyin' in they city (Dyin' in they city)
You might see me by myself
But

street nigga, play white boy, I mind my business, and I do dope
I'm drownin' in negative attention, surrounded by women, that's the life he choose
I told

Only Skin

Joanna Newsom

Ys

2006

of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down

And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand

Pray

Royce da 5'9"

Layers

2016

the pot
Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truer shit
Attic in the coolest whip
Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch
Hammer in my

The big city grind is so far behind
I know a place I can hide
the lights on the bay show me the way
soon I'll be there by her side
bright August moon

Feeling villainous it could get really rough
Pour the hen and ace when I get in the club
Sick of the corruption in the system
We all tired of living by

drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I

the flea
Caught him in the back seat
With a beauty queen
Seven dust and vanity
Dottie's in Memphis with Linnie
Swooned by the big city
Now they're headed for

nigga
Homie it's a New York City thing
You mess around and get hit with the guillotine
And we don't give a fuck about anything
Fall back don't make this

Gang
Gang
It's two timez
Fuck up the city she come by tha two
Ain't no discussion don't play by tha rules
Giving her knowledge like she still in

and dead bodies I'm from that city where they beat the shit up out of Rodney you can end up dead or in jail probably I guess I beat the odds see cause mom

Hop up
In the whip
Then it back to Alameda avenue

Ride thru the city
Cruise down the fifty four
Right around sixty
Tints on the dented door
Titties

I can't feel no better
When we not together
When you by my side then no one else don't even matter
Gotta hustle
Got it off the muscle
I kept niggas

on no camels
I'm in the Bentley Coupe, 24's spinnin the saddle
I'm from the city - that's shaped like a boot
Where niggaz are bankin, when I ain't talkin

hope ya can keep up please do record me
(There's more)
If you knew by 11 I was drinking henny
And by 12 there was no longer a virgin in me
If you knew

friends
We had met in the city you in
Had a passion for reed and a-fightin' for years
But she always wanted more than the shit I could give
Thought I

catching burglary
Too much killing on in my city this shit perjury Got me feeling like I'm Kentrel, I got a family
Only did the dirt by myself, I'm scared

blessing And I made it work
Played this fucking beat by searching and I got to work
We was in the Stu with reed when we got it first
And it just came to my

See the beauty in the mundane
Sometimes I see clear as crystals 
Feel like Lou reed on a Sunday
Til its all falling
Like Hito Steryl
Horizon line I feel

hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof

Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup

into Popeye for one night
I'm the hottest in my city
Fuck it state
Fuck it world
See my shawty getting litty
Don't you play I'll take you girl
Only