(feat. El-P (Company Flow))



Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?

And who can see it.. plain as day

Look how it FALLS down

Falls down upon everybody!

This is it



[Lateef]

Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty

A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover

every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy

They givin ??, up to woodsy

manipulatin they minds in the alleyways

These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats

They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere

some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop

Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live

and answers the question why God blessed the Earth

But, buildings block out the sky, and the children

are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents

at the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed

Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly

Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET

they pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough

Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds

somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ??

The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off

Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn

but that will shatter his Mom's faith

in the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'

It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn

Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out

on coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life

and some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric

with sensational glory, let me tell you all one day

that it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it

Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York

Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure

or a success story

On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh

Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin

Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty

and rather pretty, a pity

It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty

square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin

toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate



[El-P]

My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'

where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin

Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus

fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant

Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy

Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced

Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info

GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco

Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish

Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal

Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp

Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile

Mostly, lonely, plant life

Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely

Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant

immature Menendez fashion

Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive

where MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets

Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon

Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant

I sense the tension building, since canvas killing

K-9's roam trained our district

Culture murder politic sadistic

Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap

I told him it was art but just got laughed at

Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius

and kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you

Sooner than never, most lawless progress together

Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk

brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT!



[Lyrics Born]

Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco

And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences

don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive

in the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses

It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish

english quest, can't understand, as the languages clash

And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms

It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism

and the battle inches on, every section seperated

by eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin

les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers

And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truthspeakers

I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor

My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches

Too many independents, they share the same resemblence

Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance

like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest

but, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace

The first day, I inched below the sur-face

and found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation

of disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on

Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into

the fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowin em down baby!