Lyrics:
music reign supreme by far
WPFW kiss FM and WHUR
Ten tracks And Im looking pretty
I Love Music in the Chocolate city
Spoken word, Sound of Philly is
Got a plan of attack to chase that Aflec
Benjamin's
Watching my city
I seen it's tragic
Either you get on the stone
And start grinding
And sharpen
the tricks
Influenced by the game born in the city, raised by the sticks
Trying to see how commas change a niggas health
Made a promise to my momma that I'd
welcome to the next gen
City got the drip call it atlantis I reach up touch down and land this
Posted by the block by a praying mantis
Praying that hope
I been ridin round my city
Don't know what to do
And you told me that you love me
Can I trust you
I been really in my city
And know that I got it
city different nights
Gunshots, Bullet sounds, Car windows breakin
Children dying, Mamas crying, It's whole a break up
Funeral homes filled, But the gold
One small step, that's big leaps like we moonwalking
I pulled through, I managed to move when I was in the coffin
By any means, I run through
(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show
of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New
Now To weaponize dogs
Make soldiers of children
Spread hatred world wide
And preach murder by millions
Is just how I'm feeling
These fuckers
makes me sweat
So I gotta have what I can get
Heard word about the Gold Rush (Gold Rush) and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my
It's a difficult dichotomy to deal with
I just wanna be expressive but I oughta be corrected
When I'm lost I preach a message that is obviously dead
because am wise
In the name of Jesus I will win them all
Not by power or by might just preach the word
I will tell you o
And I'll still go out and tell them
100 Racks
Make it stack
Give it back
And some mo'
What is cash
To a man
Like myself
What is Gold
All I have
On my path
When I pass
Is my soul
Runnin
must be heard
Cause the preacher tells visions he sees.
Listen to these words I preach
Catastrophic lessons they shall teach
Listen to these
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
yeah
Preach love to the stranger, yeah
We flex with a banger, yeah
Fight against our anger, yeah
Let the Word of God change us, yeah
One body one hanger,
talking promises—
Invented by a loser who’ll do anything to get it!
(Just like that.)
CHORUS THREE:
Welcome to Sin City!
(Welcome to Sin City!)
Word is you
made
I'll fix it
Cargo pants, some vans, that's the image
Maybe a gold chain you can see I'm running the digits
I talk about you boys when I say the word
and preach it
I need a cover and magazine feature because if I touch it has to be ether
And actually word to Otaku I got the god just to magically emerge
the truth must be heard
'Cause the preacher tells visions he sees.
Listen to these words I preach
Catastrophic lessons they shall teach
Listen
prime
Only the finest of things (Bando)
Surrounded by Queens and Kings
Yeah it's royalty
Church! Preach! Chat with the priest
Got bitches on a nigga like
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
on the curbs
Moving into the burbs
My echoes gotta be heard in this city of gold
My vision cannot be
blurred in this city my hope
I've been fighting my whole
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