I'm The City

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

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 mother fucker try and stop it, I'm petty boy

Steppin' on my toes, we'll forever war

Until it's agreed, we settled score

For better or, for best fam

I won't accept less than

The corner got me in a press jam

They wanna hold a ring like the best man

But still I'm the king of the best land

Overseein', rollin' green overseas in the snowy season

You don't believe go and see I'm the only reason

Some go and see 'em screaming' in the front row, all gung ho

Far stretch from the slums tho.. my city is a gun show (blaw)

So what should I do, besides strap up two?

In the window of the birds eye view

Like a falcon, nah, more like Malcom with the same outcome

Fate is something that we can't outrun

So I'm holding' my ground, till your soldiers get down

But they better come correct, cause I'm holding' some rounds

I'm the city, my heart beats 'mo-to-the-town'

[Hook: Statik Selektah scratching]

I'm the city

Walk the walk with me

I'm the city

Talk the talk with me

I'm the city

Walk the walk with me

I'm the city

Talk the talk with me

I'm the city

Talk the city with me

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

When I finally catch a certain rapper

I'm a punch him in his face till my hand breaks

Or his jaw and his cheek bones shatter

Whatever comes first, on site, 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 can still relapse and get crews hit (bap bap bap)

Like that, the new me didn't write that

He leaves and comes right back

You riden' out, get your white snatched

Mina mina, but I lobby to bring ice back

The current level easily I'm twice that

Cause I write real life raps that's colder that an ice pack

Stomp a rapper till my Nike's crack (concrete)

No pity, so come get me

[Verse 3: Boldy James]

What's a King to a God, but a dream to a nod

I'm the real thing, yo you a facade

I used to run a peal ring, fuckin' with the mob

In front of my buildin, tuckin' in my charm

Cause it drew to much attention, not because of gettin' robbed

But with the intention of Kings pushin' my Pawns

This is Chess not Checkers

So make your next move your best one

Or catch your last breath trying catch it

Catchin' up to God quick, with the quickness

So don't get no bright ideas nigga, cause we hit them (lights out)

You fuckin' dimwit, imbecile, nincompoop, past nimbwit

I got a very short wit, and a long stick, get flipped

And little do they know, we don't miss sh*t

Shit, might catch your body, ain't nobody exempt

Anybody can get it (anybody)

You take somethin' from me and lay your hand on me, you get hit

When I'm looking through the scope from a distance (long range)

Home of the Pistons (Detroit)

Only nigga goin' the distance

While these niggas pussies in black pantyhose and some fish nets, it's concrete

[Hook: Statik Selektah scratching]

I'm the city

Walk the walk with me

I'm the city

Talk the talk with me

I'm the city

Walk the walk with me

I'm the city

Talk the talk with me

I'm the city

Talk the city with me

[Outro: Statik Selektah scratching]

In the conditions of the city

I'm the city