Company Flow - Looking Over A City Lyrics
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?And who can see it.. plain as dayLook how it falls downFalls down upon everybody!This is it[lateef]Looking, over a city, thats gritty, and rather prettyA pity, its hard to find, but inequity, coverEvery itty bitty square diamond of jiggyThey givin ? ? , up to woodsyManipulatin they minds in the alleywaysThese dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-katsThey cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhereSome brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftopFreestylin for they got damn lives, the spirit, it gets liveAnd answers the question why God blessed the earthBut, buildings block out the sky, and the childrenAre oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parentsAt the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyedNah not surprised, just the real scene regularlyUp in between the lies, try to put it together getThey pieces of the pie, hope they clever and toughMake it better before they die, plant the next seedsSomewhere in the south bronx, or patterson ? ?The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-offRetali and swear he could damage em dunnBut that will shatter his moms faithIn the art that she burns, herbs and candles of permIts hard to call it see cause times change and the world turnSome end up slangin dope, some end up strung outOn coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they lifeAnd some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoricWith sensational glory, let me tell you all one dayThat it is it aint boring, and so hard to ignore itCause any day in this fork, that they callin new yorkBased on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failureOr a success storyOn the subway, at three in the mornin, huhOr on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawninMeditatin upon it, lookin over a city thats grittyAnd rather pretty, a pityIts hard to find but inequity covers every itty bittySquare diamond, the engine, of america, inchinToward hysteria, pimpin, every fate[el-p]My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsicWhere food is just a necessity between sitcom watchinSoak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrusFabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninantThink of soup nazi, empatzi project hard copyBooks will suffer farenheits, quality of life flesh slicedOmega daylight quota, pop luck lottery infoGigapet rapist, internet pedophile discoSensationalist function of truth, dirty ass *****Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the years fiscalWorkin family, social jowe, boot campRehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missileMostly, lonely, plant lifeCement arena scream when you dont listen closelySwitchblade amaze young gun brooklyn blood transplantImmature menendez fashionCrystal method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captiveWhere mcs got little *****s on teeth with fillings out like magnetsCaught up in the dragnet, tri-felonShoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellantI sense the tension building, since canvas killingK-9s roam trained our districtCulture murder politic sadisticPolicy ? ? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat capI told him it was art but just got laughed atBurner liquid concoction on hot celsiusAnd kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface youSooner than never, most lawless progress together***** the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junkBrain rape train bottle burners or books, ***** that![lyrics born]Imagine this, angeles, or san franciscoAnd everybody sandwiched in, cant stop here and ambulencesDont nobody ass-kiss, aint practical bein passiveIn the city you ask so much ass and mo assesIts a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanishEnglish quest, cant understand, as the languages clashAnd every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysmsIts delegates and panelists all representin they nationalismAnd the battle inches on, every section seperatedBy eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverinLes-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachersAnd Im part, of an elite fleet, of mcs, and truthspeakersI import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavorMy peers I beg forgiveness, I just dont buy twelve inchesToo many independents, they share the same resemblenceToo hard to make decisions, I built up a resistanceLike Im fightin off a sickness plus they just dont hold my interestBut, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplaceThe first day, I inched below the sur-faceAnd found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretationOf disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation onUniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn intoThe fabric of the nation new york city keep on mowin em down baby!
