Get Open - "My city" lyrics

My City SibaGiba My City, My City, My City, What My City, My City, My City, What Build it here, you can build it anywhere Make it here, you can make it anywhere, yeah Ready to rumble in the, Money Jungle it's a Urban struggle, I'm the, King of the rubble Working overtime around the clock, no pity, my city get shellshoked Uptown, downtown on your avenue block, money talk on the corner spot Stocks and bonds, dollar bills, it's all about the benjamins, can't sit still Ill like Philly, NY city, peace to my man Billy Native new yorkers becoming a rare breed Birthplace of Hip-Hop the Bronx, laid the seed Around the globe, 7 seas, culture spread like disease Addicted like Graffiti, Beatbox, DJ and MC Chorus King of the hill Top of the heap A number 1 New York never sleeps Kiambu You wanna live the life You gotta pay the price My city so gritty they named it twice [The glitz invites ] But don't get enticed Hypnotized by the neon and Bright lights The biggest Appetites come take a bite And find apple's core is rotten And the cider's spiked [Spice of life's ] A double sided knife Get Hooked on the highs And embraced in vice Roll the dice No matter how Precise Its Hard to keep cool when its Cold as ice Day and night Living fight or flight Give in and the Pressure might bust your pipes Get troglodyte, kick, claw and bite Sacrifice and, you could live the Diamond life You'll be Moving on up if you get it right To a deluxe apt with a sky light Reach the top Give it all your might But Unpredictable Life can Change over night Such A sad sight A Short flight Like Icarus Falling from the highest height You won't believe the sh**e They called ya future bright Smiled in ya face and always polite Where's a friend When ya Once Again Faced with plight and Eating crow all day gets Stale and Trite You can taste the spite In every bite Dog eat dog In an urban blight Rub shoulders with the uptight socialites The drinks are overpriced But the music's nice Ain't nothing but a Pimpers paradise Broken spirits limbo with poltergeists Where enough will never suffice In spite of best laid plans of men and mice Chorus King of the hill Top of the heap A number 1 New York never sleeps Zook No matter how rich Manhattan get Used to be my dirty, pretty pet Done put hands all over it Now douchebags think they ownin' it Puttin' blush on a pig Till the pig rise up and crush your wig Playground of the rich used to be slayground of the down and out You just found it out, so Have respect when you clown about Cats died to make that city pretty And its pretty 'cause of they life Not your rich wife with the highlights Walkin' that High Line You panicked in Needle Park Done up by the Seven Ups With a merc who did your dirty work And escaped you from New York Like a nervous tourist gettin' lost on 10th Avenue Ten dollar hooker be grabbin' you Kid on the side think of stabbin' you Think of having you for lunch Now you hit them streets for brunch They got washed by the suds Of native, black, brown, poor white blood You're new to the game, slave to the same Corporate machine that gave you fame The city roll for delf Hook or crook, take your health The only true king of NY is NYC itself Chorus King of the hill Top of the heap A number 1 New York never sleeps Von It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood. I said a beautiful day in my hood Them k**as up to no good. Them cop'pas up to no good That money involved. Power lunch, Stocks and Bonds… Number crunch Break the bank, like bust your front! Like, pump the base, do the bump The diatribe in my speech. The maganets in my reach I flame ‘em up with my pyre. So, to the choir, I will not preach I learn ‘em young, so I teach. My wall of flame cannot breach On the hunt I creep. “Peace” by piece. Out to destroy what I seek We hold down fort. Take no shorts. Lookin' like that old New York As a king and supreme on court. Navigate, movin' through all courts Organize, outfit and sort. Tell ‘em. Tell ‘em stat my trap! “Big Apple”, world capitol!