The City Lyrics

The City lyrics

[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]

 That's black?

 Whattup God?

 Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga?  Word?

 [*blam, blam blam*]

 Oh shit!!!  Yo!

 Hold the fuck up

 

 Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)

 Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)

 Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)

 Fuckin with me, and mine

 Murderous

 

 [Inspectah Deck]

 Check it, yo

 The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city

 The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy

 My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone

 Label them my anus and the casualty's home

 It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade

 ride the wave like Frankie Avalon

 As I decipher AIDS crime pays

 The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs

 before I bomb firearm

 The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster

 He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster

 Composer was shook

 I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke

 Deep throat this murder I wrote

 The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure

 By every measure lethally inject your whole sector

 Wanted dead or alive

 Rebel I escapes across the desert sand

 leavin no footprints to trace

 Keep a war face, in your place

 Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks

 I still shine in shady times

 

 Yeah, yo

 We livin just enough (livin just enough)

 Just enough (in the ci-ty)

 Just enough, for the ci-ty

 

 Yo, in the jungle

 I make moves like Iron Monkey

 Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me

 We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns

 Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs

 Know the science be my Goddess

 The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence

 And break the project silence, a vision

 This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison

 Before we're all goners, now embrace the world

 for the world war is ocean bomber

 Visionary soldier comma

 My code of honor, mind still start from the drama

 Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror

 Military chopper come gun down the slum

 The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come

 Mentally aware I see truth within the square

 The future's here catch me on computer software

 Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official

 It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through

 Like Nat Turner create a spectacle

 I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils

 

 We livin just enough

 Just enough

 Just enough

 For the ci-ty

 

 Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu