| «whatd you do last night? |
| ««we did umm, two whole cars
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| It was me, dez, and main three right?
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| And on the first car in small letters it said
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| all you see is. |
| and then you know
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| Big, big, you know some block silver letters
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| That said. |
| crime in the city right? |
| ««it just took up the whole car? |
| ««yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit…»
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| escuchela. |
| la ciudad respirando
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| (translation of spanish: listen to it. the city breathing)
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| escuchela.
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| The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
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| Shinin, like who on top of this?
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| People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
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| Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin
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| Im wrestlin with words and ideas
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| My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
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| The scribes can apply to transcript, yo This aint no time where the usual is suitable
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| Tonight alive, lets describe the inscrutable
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| The indisputable, we new york the narcotic
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| Strength in metal and fiber optics
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| Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
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| For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
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| Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
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| Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
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| Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
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| No batman and robin, cant tell between
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| The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
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| With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
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| Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
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| My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
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| You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple
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| Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
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| You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
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| Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
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| Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages
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| My narrative, rose to explain this existance
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| Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
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| So much on my mind that it cant recline
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| Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
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| Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
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| Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
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| Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
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| I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin
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| Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
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| Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
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| Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
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| We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
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| The beast crept through concrete jungles
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| Communicatin with one another
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| And ghetto birds where waters fall
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| From the hydrants to the gutters
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| The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
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| You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
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| Taken them plungers, plungin to death thats painted by the numbers
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| With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god
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| But havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
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| When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
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| Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
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| Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
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| Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
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| Thoughts that people put in the air
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| Places where you could get murdered over a glare
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| But everything is fair
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| Its a paradox we call reality
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| So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
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| Killers born naturally like, micky and mallory
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| Not knowing the waysll get you capped like an nba salary
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| Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
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| Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
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| Im asking if yall feel me and the crowd left me stranded
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| My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz
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| Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
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| New york life type trife the roman empire state
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| So much on my mind I just cant recline
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| Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
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| Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
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| Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
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| Yo dont the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
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| I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin
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| Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening |
| Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
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| escuchela. |
| respirando? |
| ?
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| Yo… on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood
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| Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
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| Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldnt mask it Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadnt mastered
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| I coreograph seven steps to heaven
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| And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
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| Veteran of a cold war its chica-i-go for
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| What I know or, whats known
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| So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
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| From the crib I spend months gone
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| Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
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| Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
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| Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didnt have a touch-tone
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| Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own
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| Outta the city, they want us gone
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| Tearin down the jects creatin plush homes
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| My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
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| Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
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| Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
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| Found it hard to imagine he hadnt been past downtown
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| Its deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
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| Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
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| Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
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| Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
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| So much on my mind I just cant recline
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| Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
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| Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
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| Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
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| Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
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| I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathing
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| Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
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| Kiss the ides goodbye, Im on the last train leaving |