Song | City High |
Artist | Inspectah Deck |
Album | The Movement |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hunter | |
[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)](Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city(Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle) | |
This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) | |
Realize..[Inspectah Deck] | |
We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls | |
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols | |
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some | |
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be | |
Forcing my hand to make me, off this man | |
I never claimed killer, | |
I came iller stayed realer | |
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded | |
But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling | |
Boat names with ******* dreams screaming "I own the game!" | |
I'm so stained | |
Novacaine doesn't slow the pain | |
Lost so many | |
I don't fear death, no tears left | |
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left | |
When they said "At fifteen he'll be already dead" | |
I'm here heavy head steady sipping | |
Rmy RedWild fellow trying to keep my mind settled | |
Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo[Chorus: Inspectah Deck] | |
I'm just a city guy living fly getting high | |
Live it till | |
I die getting by, whipping by | |
Stand solidified big times to different sides | |
Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe)[Inspectah Deck] | |
Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast | |
One with the city, fight for sections of land | |
Can't sleep till the check's in my hand | |
It's still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle | |
I don't give a **** about much but my beloved and such' | |
Cause nobody to trust but us | |
It's New York life, walk like what you talk like | |
Or you mi |
zuo ci : Hunter | |
Intro: Inspectah Deck sample Everybody on the grind, son 8 million stories in the naked city Everybody trying to eat It' s always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle | |
This is just one Trying to bubble, trying to live this | |
Realize.. Inspectah Deck | |
We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls | |
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols | |
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some | |
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be | |
Forcing my hand to make me, off this man | |
I never claimed killer, | |
I came iller stayed realer | |
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded | |
But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling | |
Boat names with dreams screaming " I own the game!" | |
I' m so stained | |
Novacaine doesn' t slow the pain | |
Lost so many | |
I don' t fear death, no tears left | |
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left | |
When they said " At fifteen he' ll be already dead" | |
I' m here heavy head steady sipping | |
Rmy RedWild fellow trying to keep my mind settled | |
Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
I' m just a city guy living fly getting high | |
Live it till | |
I die getting by, whipping by | |
Stand solidified big times to different sides | |
Here' s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... My vibe Inspectah Deck | |
Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast | |
One with the city, fight for sections of land | |
Can' t sleep till the check' s in my hand | |
It' s still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle | |
I don' t give a about much but my beloved and such' | |
Cause nobody to trust but us | |
It' s New York life, walk like what you talk like | |
Or you mi |
zuò cí : Hunter | |
Intro: Inspectah Deck sample Everybody on the grind, son 8 million stories in the naked city Everybody trying to eat It' s always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle | |
This is just one Trying to bubble, trying to live this | |
Realize.. Inspectah Deck | |
We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls | |
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols | |
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some | |
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be | |
Forcing my hand to make me, off this man | |
I never claimed killer, | |
I came iller stayed realer | |
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded | |
But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling | |
Boat names with dreams screaming " I own the game!" | |
I' m so stained | |
Novacaine doesn' t slow the pain | |
Lost so many | |
I don' t fear death, no tears left | |
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left | |
When they said " At fifteen he' ll be already dead" | |
I' m here heavy head steady sipping | |
Rmy RedWild fellow trying to keep my mind settled | |
Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
I' m just a city guy living fly getting high | |
Live it till | |
I die getting by, whipping by | |
Stand solidified big times to different sides | |
Here' s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... My vibe Inspectah Deck | |
Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast | |
One with the city, fight for sections of land | |
Can' t sleep till the check' s in my hand | |
It' s still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle | |
I don' t give a about much but my beloved and such' | |
Cause nobody to trust but us | |
It' s New York life, walk like what you talk like | |
Or you mi |