gonna be Born right here in the USA But due to tragedy, looked on by the whole world as a refugee So, accept my emotion, do not take it as an offensive
by the nuts a .45 that'll lite niggas up and this .45 high make me not give a fuck Chorus: Lloyd Banks: But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks
, right by the nuts a .45 that'll lite niggas up and this .45 high make me not give a fuck Chorus: Lloyd Banks: But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab
be with keep this a secret right by the nuts a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as
the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks And
boat The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid (?) Shut the city
one here escapes their fate, begging for their final breath they die Their cities burn in a massive conflagration The flames of hate are burning higher
Blue remembers Blue water running clear Blue like a planet to a spaceman Blue river of my tears So I came here to the city Where the dream burns like
my own now My black boots and my state green all I own And a burning desire for a microphone I see my little man tiah bless me wit a burner Any coincidence
grey day shall rise the flood No dikes will stem the heavy tides When cold pierced heavy bodies scream They fall as if the monstrous scythe Of clouds
the ferry to new jersey Never coming back no more In my hand I hold a ticket Statue points up to the clouds Now I'm leaving new york city I can hear
to them Who accept authority the kills them Work for the corporation making napalm Workers watch the burning children On T.V. as they eat their meat
them, Who accept authority that kills them, Work for the corporation making napalm, Workers watch the burning children on T.V. As they eat their meat
my own now My black boots and my state green all I own And a burning desire for a microphone I see my little man Tiah bless me wit a burner Any coincidence
His hair as white as wool, his eyes like burning flame He is the first and last, he brings the seven plagues Seven stars of seven cities in his hand He
r med meddelanden. Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer night city
I keep it ass hard Cause this sh- in my pants And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these levels You feelin' the physical form as well as the spirit
'all chasin' dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn