Complex City Cypher

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Part I: Wiki] Yeah, it's Wik' People say that they want me, tell me that they could sell me I ain't a product, I produce honest Shit, you's a wise-guy talk in ebonics Using some chronic to get me to the level where I only settle for the rawest The flaws that makes it flawless What I see, just record it Caught you up in bombers, whether brawling or warring I'm just a bar with bars, not the type that you swallow The type I spit till I'm hollow Oh, I'm hollow, I'm a long goner, destined for the Put it in perspective, bro, it's right upon us That's how I always saw it So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet Oh, we balling From the day we started till the day we call it Call it what you call it And nah, I'm not no artist but I do raw serve some broad who's gorgeous If you fuck with it, pump with it till it's boring We'll be touring Coming back for more and more and coming back for more Up on the train, 86 and it's reckless, I visit my mom 42nd, walk by the Q when you past you get sniffed by the dogs Dog, I ain't never had no keys, not to a car Do it right, do it wrong I remember using Student Cards First it was orange then it was green Now they all gone Now we all beige and we gotta paint it Every thought that I have in a day First time I kiss on the train First time I got lit on the train First time I got gripped by the pigs on the train You don't know what it is on the train You don't know what I did on the train I fell in love on the train I been through hell on the train, don't tell me a thing Let me maintain, let me maintain I know I'll be well on the train [Part II: Your Old Droog] [Part III: A$AP Ferg] Yeah, yeah, yeah Beautiful people let's take a second to think We continue these issues, the ship is drowning, we sink This is nothing political, this is so we be sync Sit together forever, we can weather the rain We can weather the storm, let's try to move on Build a better community so our children be norm Transform from arms and bombs like Vietnam Teach your kid how to eat, teach your kid how to farm Watch what you put in your body so we could live it long Mind, body, and soul intact, my niggas strong Rap ain't no lap, this more like a marathon This track ain't no track, just something I said it on Get life in harmony, put love in your arms Forgive to receive the blessing, the peace and calm This the product Malcolm X and Farrakhan Martin Luther and Marvin Gaye alter what ghettos are All my beautiful people, all my beautiful people I'm the ghetto apostle, come on, follow, I'll lead you Tell 'em put down the pipe, leave your bottles and needles Treat your family right, your mama is gonna need you Mama, auntie, and cousin, oh, she told you 'bout thugging? He ain't amount to nothing, he on top of that oven Selling drugs on that corner as little niggas be drumming Blaka blaka, the bucking, they fittin' to hit you with something Check a nigga with hammers, they fittin' to open your bucket Popping your condom, pimp, and say nothing 'bout stunting You ain't talking nothing, and you ain't talking 'bout nothing Bullshit, I'm the pope, I think I am onto something One hand power people, one hand power people White, purple, and yellow and all of my brown people We can be positive, don't let negativity kill you First up with your friends to move a whole town of people Hold up If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle, hold up If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle Yeah, yeah, uh, come on Harlem World, come on New York, Harlem World, come on Yeah, yeah, uh Let's quit all the fun and games Let's talk about the world that come with the fame We all just people, who's to blame For the road to riches and diamond rings? I had a premonition me losing my Yamborghini Lean and ketamine took my man out of his beenie I wish we could've worked out, eat a bit of zuccini Traded that big bottle of Henny for the Fiji I was Alladin, he was a genie I love his momma, I be saddened when she seen me Who would've knew that the party would end wrong? Who would've knew Fergy Ferg would sing a sad song? Who would've knew A$AP would come this far? Who would've knew Yams' vision would make us all stars? The fame and access that kill us all You ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy? Who, when you talk to him, he keep nodding off ? Swear it sound like he was dying every time he snored Touchy subject, heart kind of sore I can't help it people, this I cannot ignore I gotta talk 'bout it, I gotta get it off Anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft Yeah, anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft R.I.P. A$AP Yams R.I.P. Capital Steez R.I.P. to Chinx Drugz A$AP, Ferg, New York, I'm out