Lyrics:
through cities and across the land.
War Correspondent 1:
Now you hear the roar of the bombers, they’re approaching now in from the sun right high above
This is my city
This my home
Forty-one Till I meet the grave
And meet the stone
This is my city
This my home
Walk by myself
But I'm never alone
Yeah
Jamerican yes the rap vet
Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet
against the number one, holdin down the position
Crush the competition with
the pins in the lock
Everything crushed beneath that tick tock
From amusement parks down to office blocks
Ready to rock, you know with EDC
Always by my side
everyone sad
I'm sorry for the girls
Can't separate the goods from the bads and getting hurt
This ain't good, but I can't escape
The city that I'm starting
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
crush your label there's no more left
Just fables fictional characters I
Stay away from those who
embellish the truth and LIE
I'm kickin the same
from Vietnam
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll
built the same nigga I came from the gutta
I keep a forty cal
Same bitches sayin that they love ya
Yeah them be the same bitches fuckin on yo brotha
Got
Sauga City trill one time
On my way downtown for the girl who got the guarantee
Man I kill the town, seven seater in the Cherokee
White on white
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
Someday someday someday
LA grind’em like Monsters trucks
When its Sunday Sunday Sunday
Escape
Escape
Escape
Escape
Escape
Escape from LA
For hungry
a rainforest
Forty more years in the desert (uh)
Before this whole city had turned to dust
Moses had seen better weather (ya)
Insert a line that would rhyme with
from Vietnam
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll
I'm from the city
Where the paint, the art, don't shine
So what we do with that
We take that to heart
So we rise above the stars
And we do what we do
just cause you got a lil chest on you
You could act tough Nigga the chopper still rip the flesh on you
Mask up Nigga this for everything they kept from
from Da Brick City
This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?
On W0 Fuck All y'all Radio
dumber
Then my life changed, by the end of summer
But It's inside my blood, I can't escape it
My dreams grow bigger, and all y'all do is keep takin
Was it
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear
But it's 40 degrees
For me
I'm feeling hot
I need me some shade
Not from my ops
Just a quiet place
I feeling so lost
Like what can I say
I'm feeling it
[Pharoahe Monch]
As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm
descending in
of you
Guys like me can't escape (They built gold monuments brick-by-brick)
From the silver city (Which fell in a moment with a click, click, click)
But
not recognize
Many in the city heard
Their language from our mouths
Telling of God's mighty works
Salvation's plan achieved
But some of them did not
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