Illastrate (Illastrate Productions - The City lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I had to start at the bottom That's why I'm part of the problem They blame me for writing fault lines Authored in carbon Half Malcolm Half Martin Please pardon my jargon I'm Marcus Mosiah Garveying The martyrs of the sovereigns Be all up in my aura I'm the harvest of their garden We say Ashe, Selah, salaam To keep our hearts from hardening Power in that spoken word Even flowers grow from dirt Faster from that CO2 That we produce, when blowing herb And I don't tell, folks to go to hell I say go to earth, you can find heaven too Oh as well, both are flirts Only you gon' know what works So start a school or build a church Maybe both, or worse And you never even go and search in the city [Chorus](x4) I, I I I, I [Verse 2] Yo, I got a lot of sh** to say But Chik-Fil-A on Christmas Day Is how some of y'all lips should stay For real tho, y'all just in the way That's all I'm bout to vent today Cause that ain't chipping at the rent I pay Anyway, it's just letting time slip away So let me get, get, get away No invite, not in spite I just need a minute to get right Last thing that we need is an infight Like an infant, with no insight And none of that sh** sound pimp tight Gotta squint like you in dim light Trying to be hard like [?] And it's a bit trite to be this type I don't get hype, it don't sit right The devil pie crust ain't crimped right But if a motherf**er starving he'll still bite So lemme welcome you to real life I might be the only one you hear right I took the bad out of ba*tard, now I'm a star You can see far on a clear night From the city [Bridge](x2) I'm from the city where we once saw bombs over Baghdad My Grandma like Nas, my momma bought me that Ras Ka** Around the same time I was bumping that LabCab I wonder if the dirty south will still get the last laugh [Chorus](x4) I, I I I, I