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I’m the City
Small Professor
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Guilty Simpson
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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I used to dream about it
Then I woke up, went and got it
My warm heart rotted
Gotta get something for my pockets
And I dare a motherfucker try to stop it
I'm petty, boy
Stepping on my toes, we'll forever war
Until it's agreed, we settle score
For better or (better or) for best, fam (best, fam)
I won't accept less than
The corner got me in a press jam
They want to hold the ring like the best man
But still, I'm the king of the best land
Overseeing, rolling green overseas in the snowy season
You don't believe, go and see, I'm the only reason
Some go, I see them screaming in the front row all gung-ho
Far stretch from the slums, though
My city is a gun show (Blaow!)
So what should I do besides strap up too?
In the window with a birds-eye view
Like a falcon, nah, more like Malcolm
With the same outcome
Fate is something that we can't outrun
So I'm holding my ground 'til your soldiers get down
But they better come correct 'cause I'm holding some rounds
I'm the city, my heart beats more than the town
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
T-t-talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
T-t-talk the talk with me
I'm the ci-t-t-talk the ci- with me
When I finally catch a certain rapper
I'ma punch him in his face 'til my hand breaks
Or his jaw and his cheekbone shatter
Whatever comes first, on sight, no handshakes
Don't let the music confuse it, I'm ruthless
The problem became the solution
But don't act stupid, I'm still under construction
I could still relapse and get crews hit (Bap bap bap bap bap)
Like that, the new me didn't write that
He leaves and comes right back
You riding out, get your bike snatched
Mean demeanor, but I lobby to bring nice back
The current level, easily, I'm twice that
'Cause I write real life raps, colder than an ice pack
Stomp a rapper 'til my Nikes crack (Concrete)
No pity (Yeah), so come get me (Get me)
I'm the city
What's a king to a god but a dream to a nod?
I'm the real thing, you, you a façade
I used to run a pill ring, fucking with the mob
In front of my building, tucking in my charm
'Cause it drew too much attention, not because of getting robbed
But with the intention to keep pushing my pawns
This is chess, not checkers
So make your next move your best one
Or catch your last breath trying to catch it
Catching up to God quick, with the quickness (Races)
So don't get no bright ideas, nigga
'Cause we a dim light, you fucking dimwit
Imbecile, nincompoop-ass nitwit
I got a very short wit and a long stick
Get flipped, and little do they know we don't miss shit
Shit, might catch your body, ain't nobody here exempt (Nope)
Anybody could get it (Anybody)
You take something from me or lay your hand on me, you getting hit
When I'm looking through the scope from a distance (Long-range)
Home of the Pistons, only nigga going the distance
While these niggas pussies in black pantyhose and some fishnets
It's Concrete
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
T-t-talk the talk with me
I'm the city
Walk the walk with me
I'm the city
T-t-talk the talk with me
I'm the ci-t-t-talk the ci- with me
The city
I'm the city
The city
I'm the city
I'm the city
I'm the city