Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Empire, artist - Iron SolomonDate of issue: 22.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Empire |
| I’m from the home of the hustler, born with a mean mark |
| Talk fast and we walk fast, keep up |
| Step with a different rhythm, try to make the most of what little we’ve been |
| given |
| By the city that we live in |
| We… walk … like a streets marks, |
| Intersect, dogs eat dogs, … law, that’s |
| Dry a nigga even for the odds that we overcoming |
| So we can hear them sirens and them coppers… |
| No matter what we facing we don’t turn the cheek |
| The highest currency is courage in these urban streets |
| We’re in the … where people popping they heels |
| We never follow our leader… |
| With lady liberty’s … without stopping the… |
| You can never doubt us out, even when we downing out |
| Nothing to be proud about, show the people shouting out |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| I’m from the home of the stickers, can’t be always show the streets love |
| Talk fast, plus we walk fast, keep up a step |
| Over gutter rainbows |
| Wish I could give away millions like I was Maino |
| You know how the gutters… if you listen to the… |
| The bombers made it tragic but we rose up from the ashes |
| Like the promise of the phoenix… |
| I roll a purple… youth… I grew up in New York |
| … Fuck how niggas… it’s tragic how our whips got more gadgets than the |
| Batmobile |
| The inspiration… the metropolitan… stay on top of other problems |
| Cause we’re coming my from the bottom |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| New York, New York, my city, my home |
| My city, my home, |
| As a teen I sold 20's spending my own money |
| Stepping out my parent’s house the city was home to me |
| Riverside park, we would kick it after dark, by the peer |
| With some beers, and a piff that we would spark |
| And run up in house parties and turn them to our parties |
| And neighbors would call cops, cause we would get… |
| Another night, another page written in life’s journal |
| 9 million stories in a city with 5 burrows |
| Different backgrounds, but we came through the same struggle |
| Dreaming of fame, we wrote our names on train tunnels |
| Running round the city like rats in crawl spaces |
| Catching court cases for jacking north faces |
| Chasing the fast life, we know that it’s short |
| Breathing the air here it’s like smoking a Newport |
| My home is in New York… we living… die |
| The city of NY |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city |
| New York, New York, my city, my home |
| My city, my home. |