N.Y.C.

[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy, he used to bomb from B.K. to the Bronx And it's the fortunate one, who dies [Interlude: Nas] New York, we ready [Verse 1: Kevin Rudolf] He moved from LES to SoHo A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall, punched a hole in the wall Bounced out on the rent control Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101 Don't fly too high on your own supply Get burnt by the sun [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] 'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy he used to bomb from B.K. to the Bronx And it's the fortunate one, who dies [Verse 2: Kevin Rudolf] He was NY's talk of the town Heard out to the LI sound He started dating models and he figured it out He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out Bonified sex machine, no better than a vowy fiend She wanted a ride to the Upper East Side But he dropped her ass off in queens [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] 'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky [Verse 3: Nas] OK, my city, my town, my crown Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard I'm thought of highly, shopping Louie, Gianni Christian Lacroix shades, what can a boss say? City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway Ski masks and gunplay: my past at a young age The illest city on the planet Towers came down, Wall Street barely standing We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers My footsteps of Scatman Crothers It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos This isn't my style, I spit what I'm living right now I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton I'm fighting the feeling I had when I was lighting up buildings Now I'm writing for millions of listeners Critics who just don't get it, they try dissing us New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] 'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky