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a tribute to New York city. i produced this for my buddy docphantm. a few words from him, "the contradictions within this city...keep me in love..."
I just recently added the lyrics...some of them i had to guess on, but for the most part it should be pretty clear.
I just recently added the lyrics...some of them i had to guess on, but for the most part it should be pretty clear.
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Lyrics
New York, New York...
to all my peoples out in Queens
heads out in Brooklyn
Manhattan, boogie boogie boogie
Staten Island, Nasau and Suffolk County
New York, New York...
dirty corners, clean churches informers
speak verses themselves
my brothers blazin els (?)
on their way to hell
the only city where the highways become museums
on each side graffiti walls, pay respect like mosoleums
vivid dreams evaporated
consumed by canibus fumes
the streets kept me motivated
put that on my tomb and i still bloom
by moonlight, the bronx way to fist fight for sport
gotta hold ya fort
my god, in new york
we gone talking different slangs
hang off the devil's fangs
bang if you touch the hand
understand in brooklyn
we slang up the home of kings
oversees fiends screamin south jamaica, queens
up in harlem them shiny things gleam off a triple beam
bass heads absorb the cream stress got a sween
on eleven meters team in every burrow
got emcees that trend set the scenes
got decipels up in shaolin where whoo (?) rains supreme
the latest fashion, the whole world is standing on manhattan
second home if your country's latin
each soul posses passion fashion
eight (?) cars the boulevard is scarred in the
greatest city you can see for
no matter who you are in new york
metropolis synonymous with marvelous
the force of the iron fist
that gives Bush the power trip
acting, sipping coffee reading scripts
trying to live legit
the background to all your comic strips
yep i live that shi
up in new york, we educate the greats
in and out of state, the ankle break
session at the Rucker off the southern state
I meditate on how to conquer hate
barbershop the base, the first step to politicians fate
brothers goin nate (?) in New York
when nate (?) means look for hitch
or a brother rich with chips
or a scholarship
where fathers pray to farther it, acknowledge it
the street whys (?) will always rain dominant
within the pressure cooker of this cut throat environment
thats New York, where poetry is written on the concrete
thats why the city never sleeps
(?) speak for weeks
new york, the birthplace of basketball's greatest
twenty-six rings thats all I said
cause now but since the haters
but maybe later cause my waiter make ??taters??
see we all know those lines
the land of the greatest rhymes
new york, where ipod provokes the words i rob
but cops keep a tight guard
controversy like rod (?) thats lit
when the drama spills
feels like the devil's world is movin us to sin
even while this record spins
homeless kin reachin out their hands
wallstreet demands
got a broka snortin coca
just to try to feed his fams
up in new york the greek ??
no ?? makin noise
make the metal remind us
of that scene from bikerboyz
bangin bass out my window
got my neighbors smokin endo on the low
but the baby knows, now momma pray she grows
open hand smackin if you call my sister a hoe
plus the juveniles are packin checkin life for that death row
in New York, where architects keep their heads high
trying to calculate how long before we reach the heaven's eye
because we keep on rising to the top
in '84 i used to pop lock on flatboxes
laughed as the world mocked us
outsiders think this on my cd watching clockers
take a closer look and you can see my mental picture proper up in
New York, New York... yeah
New York, New York...the city where i'm from
to all my peoples out in Queens
heads out in Brooklyn
Manhattan, boogie boogie boogie
Staten Island, Nasau and Suffolk County
New York, New York...
dirty corners, clean churches informers
speak verses themselves
my brothers blazin els (?)
on their way to hell
the only city where the highways become museums
on each side graffiti walls, pay respect like mosoleums
vivid dreams evaporated
consumed by canibus fumes
the streets kept me motivated
put that on my tomb and i still bloom
by moonlight, the bronx way to fist fight for sport
gotta hold ya fort
my god, in new york
we gone talking different slangs
hang off the devil's fangs
bang if you touch the hand
understand in brooklyn
we slang up the home of kings
oversees fiends screamin south jamaica, queens
up in harlem them shiny things gleam off a triple beam
bass heads absorb the cream stress got a sween
on eleven meters team in every burrow
got emcees that trend set the scenes
got decipels up in shaolin where whoo (?) rains supreme
the latest fashion, the whole world is standing on manhattan
second home if your country's latin
each soul posses passion fashion
eight (?) cars the boulevard is scarred in the
greatest city you can see for
no matter who you are in new york
metropolis synonymous with marvelous
the force of the iron fist
that gives Bush the power trip
acting, sipping coffee reading scripts
trying to live legit
the background to all your comic strips
yep i live that shi
up in new york, we educate the greats
in and out of state, the ankle break
session at the Rucker off the southern state
I meditate on how to conquer hate
barbershop the base, the first step to politicians fate
brothers goin nate (?) in New York
when nate (?) means look for hitch
or a brother rich with chips
or a scholarship
where fathers pray to farther it, acknowledge it
the street whys (?) will always rain dominant
within the pressure cooker of this cut throat environment
thats New York, where poetry is written on the concrete
thats why the city never sleeps
(?) speak for weeks
new york, the birthplace of basketball's greatest
twenty-six rings thats all I said
cause now but since the haters
but maybe later cause my waiter make ??taters??
see we all know those lines
the land of the greatest rhymes
new york, where ipod provokes the words i rob
but cops keep a tight guard
controversy like rod (?) thats lit
when the drama spills
feels like the devil's world is movin us to sin
even while this record spins
homeless kin reachin out their hands
wallstreet demands
got a broka snortin coca
just to try to feed his fams
up in new york the greek ??
no ?? makin noise
make the metal remind us
of that scene from bikerboyz
bangin bass out my window
got my neighbors smokin endo on the low
but the baby knows, now momma pray she grows
open hand smackin if you call my sister a hoe
plus the juveniles are packin checkin life for that death row
in New York, where architects keep their heads high
trying to calculate how long before we reach the heaven's eye
because we keep on rising to the top
in '84 i used to pop lock on flatboxes
laughed as the world mocked us
outsiders think this on my cd watching clockers
take a closer look and you can see my mental picture proper up in
New York, New York... yeah
New York, New York...the city where i'm from
Dazzel
the rap was tiTe, the beat was alright.... cuz i didnt like
that off-key melody stuff