The City

Drop for the city, drop not dead
Locks got firm but the hotspot shared
So we all connected, hectic how you act
Pull up in a chopper thats how I distract/diss tracked
See we maybe the same installed
But you decline as in fall off
I decline as in reject you call
I’m full of hahas, milli Charizard all of my cards
I ain’t gotta be bar hard to saw off, your legs
Get disconnected
In my teams there’s an I (eye) bigger than a Squid’s
Lyrical Planet Pit, while your pits full of shit
Try to talk to the boss ill knock unconscious Monotonous yall are,
while I’m Don Doda
I’m on, I don’t need to ponder, I JonTron
The game
(Hook)
My City make New York wanna sleep
My City more people than Beijing
My City, nah fuck, this our City
Our city outta be road to atrocity
Sike, here we living the life
While wait for death, like «yep its aight»
Got 2 Sides, Got tunes like Young Mula
Who da ruler? Its *ME* (lotta voices)
No intruders, you *see*
Only shit hard here, is the *beat*
Voices here as attractive as Morgan *FREE'S*
Aight you ain’t heard? Lemme *REPEAT*
As Morgan free, free, free, free
SAID FREEZE
While I set feet
Welcome to the fucking city bitches!
Sit just, situate yourself, I hope get the gist
Advanced Technological Buildings
But Nature too, and Beaches, you’re still bent?
My Role Model for the song, lemme quote him with my conscience
Technologically fanatic racial socio-
Economic faux-intellectual fucking nonsense
Thats what you’re living in, better pivot and
Fly over, we get infinite space waiting for unlimited days, made lemonade with
an empty space
Cuz destiny don’t care bout your plan, better cancel
Take Dan and Kath as an example
To just go with it, I went i did
I am Robert Wadlow to you midgets
In my city I benefit them more than spinach
Brain Muscular, Not Physical Fitness
DiverCity Is it
(Hook)
My City make New York wanna sleep
My City more people than Beijing
My City, nah fuck, this our City
Our city outta be road to atrocity
Sike, here we living the life
While wait for death, like «yep its aight»
Got 2 Sides, Got tunes like Young Mula
Who da ruler? Its *ME*
Part 2
And we advance, takeoff quick as the Harlem Dance
No Genocide here, no Sans
Some girls blow like a fan
Some fans blow, im the man
Word to Bun B, Swang on Em, New Tarzan
Got the Bam Bam, make you dance, then I Van Dam the damn land
Tho no crime, but im high demand
Thats what I meant, man, we paint the sand
Don’t talk to me, bitch, only job you get’s with a hand
But here, we don’t take that, understand
This the jam, what follows is the bread
Its mine, but no Uranium, Iran
Its achievements again, I was sleepless and banned
Now trophies in the cabinet, I add more like «And»
They wanna come at me, I Jackie Chan 'Em
And I command, independency for the bands
To come in, can’t my income
Make racks and then come, and you still won’t match
What I have, you can’t manufacture
Only way you can make money is a printer you fake fucks
With your fake bucks, thats your stance
DiverCity is the land where yall are phonies
All your shits bout as real as a pony
Or Israel, get the fake shit out here homie
This city doesn’t gamble we stamp the money then handle it like a Candle and
light it up
Like Ledger did, R.i.Ps to the goats, I won’t ramble
So peace, This City’s the epitome of Atlantis on land now I end this
Haha
(Outro)
Dreams Come true
With patience
And visionaries, and dedication
This is the result of that
My city