L.I.F.E. Long - Innercity Hustle (Accapella) lyrics

[Intro: Aesop Rock and L.I.F.E. Long] Aesop Rock: L.I.F.E. Long L.I.F.E. Long: Aesop Rock, what's the deal, fam? Aesop Rock: Yo, yo, man, how you feeling? L.I.F.E. Long: Yo, maintaining, just keeping it balanced, yo Aesop Rock: Aight, what you doing now? L.I.F.E. Long: Yo, I'm just walking around, yo. Where were you headed? Aesop Rock: I don't know about that. Sometimes, I just walk around L.I.F.E. Long: Yo, let's roll then. Word Aesop Rock: I want to check out what's at Fat Beats anyway. Yo, yo, what the deal, son? L.I.F.E. Long: Yo, last night, I went to this ill spot. Ese and Hipsta were spinning there Aesop Rock: Aight L.I.F.E. Long: Yo, I'm still holding [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Yo, L.I.F.E. Long, yo, how you feeling? (Aesop). Man, I've been kind of tired Sort of stuck somewhere between a floorboard and a ceiling Somewhere between a warlord and a pa**ive activator Who ran to blind city blocks, provoking magic-makers I'll spin wild, alligator-skin style (Style) Rocking a limp that deflects, that hurting verbs in of a serpent (Ah) Rattlesnakes try to slide awkward Walking a dozen broken promises without a goal to walk toward I'ma be dirty for preservation of the medium And travel through a brick jungle, thick puzzle (Puzzle) Baby, this ugly demeanor is an archetype stone style Phoenix for the ba*tard, morbid scene and orbit randomly Raw paranoia (-noia). New York is gonna burn tonight And goddamn if I'ma let you off easy (Goddamn) Twenty Thousand Leagues under a sleepy generation With a line around a block and a populace sick of weight [Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long] L.I.F.E. Long (Yo, yo), número uno, master of rhyme judo Disasterous with Aesop (Yo, yo), damaging, spitting Hurricanes and tornados. When we in town, whole cities shut down Earthquake handlers be measuring the length of our sound We extra-prolific, terrific, explicit, crosstaminated With sick maneuvers, on a legendary quest, mission Nomadic like Zelda with our ears to the ground, hearing Earth's forces, trooping through inner city parks On iron horses. But this time, we short on cab fare Ain't tryna evade ‘cause DTs always stare (See them watch this) Keep the movement safe, enjoying the fresh air (Uh huh) Feeling broke but I'll pay it no mind. Unwind, chill, polly With ladies suited for summertime (Ayyo, ma). On the scenic route Getting recharged off of chronic J. Plus, no Work today—perfect weekend escape getaway We walk forward as our feet move at a left-and-right pace On the course of a day (Keep moving like, yo, yo) [Hook: Aesop Rock and L.I.F.E. Long] [Aesop Rock] Yo, yo, sliding through the jungle where everybody mumbles I'll keep to myself and walk that inner city shuffle [L.I.F.E. Long] Through these concrete streets, we creep, sightseeing, vibing To beats on dusty paths. Who knows who we'll meet? [Aesop Rock] Ayyo, sliding through the jungle where everybody mumbles I'll keep to myself and rock that inner city hustle [L.I.F.E. Long] Through these concrete streets, we creep, sightseeing, vibing To beats. Through rush hour, we're just trying to eat [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] Yo, hey I've been around the block. No lie, no little aspect Of a damaged life outran Aes (Outran Aes). I'll remain A stationary unit with a pinpoint on my cars And if The Joker starts cackling, (I) take another card Document the vision, build a monument to the pistons That like pumping syncopation with that raw, alley-cat wisdom The pterodactyl wingspan swoops over a thirty block Radius, radiating soundscape up on your system My ugly panorama breeds a hungry Samaritan I can only speak my eyewitness (Eyewitness). Look, money I'm a twenty-something soldier, grown-a** man and I'd Rather be pushing this boulder than pushing that stroller That's just my honest caption. I spit it ‘cause I'm supposed ta The bittersweet aura of life on this rollercoaster Man, listen. I got a plan to break a scoreboard But it only shows its face when I plug in my Walkman cord [Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long] Yo, Aesop (Yo, what's up, man?), there's truth downtown on 8th Street (Aight, I'm with you) Bag some dimes and sling CDs by Fat Beats On 6th Avenue, who knows who we'll meet (You nah'mean?). Vibing on West 4th Giving pounds (Ayyo, ayyo, what up, yo?) while it pours, heat-scorching Honeys looking in them shorts, plus I'll halt A blouse. Got me all aroused, so I'll step to With confidence, proud. “Can I polly with you for a sec? (Yo, sis, can I polly with you for a sec?) What's your name? Mine's: Living In Full Effect But, sis, you could call me L.I.F.E. Long.” Gasped ‘Cause she remembered me from Breez Evahflowin's song (Oh, word? You heard “Saki”?) Shadowed when I got the digits. It's on (It's on). Atmosphere outside Live, mixture of conversation, music, and car horns Right now, New York City's in its finishing times So we stay leery of doing misdemeanor crimes Forget getting locked down (You nah'mean?), serving and wasting time (None of that) ‘Cause, this year, we're on a mission to shine [Hook: Aesop Rock and L.I.F.E. Long] [Aesop Rock] Yo, yo, sliding through the jungle where everybody mumbles I'll keep to myself and walk that inner city shuffle [L.I.F.E. Long] Through these concrete streets, we creep, sightseeing, vibing To beats on dusty paths. Who knows who we'll meet? [Aesop Rock] Ayyo, sliding through the jungle where everybody mumbles I'll keep to myself and rock that inner city hustle [L.I.F.E. Long] Through these concrete streets, we creep, sightseeing, vibing To beats. Through rush hour, we're just trying to eat [Outro: Aesop Rock and L.I.F.E. Long] Aesop Rock: Just trying to eat. Just trying to eat. We live that inner city hustle. Trying to eat. We living that inner city hustle, just trying to eat. We live that inner city hustle, yeah, yeah. Uh, inner city hustle, Stronghold. Uh, inner city hustle, Def Jux. The inner city hustle, Can Ox. Inner city hustle, come on, come on. It's that inner city hustle, Ese and Hipsta. Ha L.I.F.E. Long: Just trying to eat. Rocking that inner city hustle. Just trying to eat. Haha, ayyo, we're just trying to eat. Haha. Keep it moving like, “What, what?” Rocking inner city hustle, moving. Trying to eat like bobbing for beats. Like trying to eat like bobbing for beats. Walking, talking. Aesop Rock, L.I.F.E. Long, Ese and Hipsta