Looking Over A City Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this? 

And who can see it.. plain as day 

Look how it falls down 

Falls down upon everybody! 

This is it 

[lateef] 

Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty 

A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover 

Every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy 

They givin ? ? , up to woodsy 

Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways 

These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats 

They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere 

Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop 

Freestylin for they got damn lives, the spirit, it gets live 

And answers the question why God blessed the earth 

But, buildings block out the sky, and the children 

Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents 

At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed 

Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly 

Up in between the lies, try to put it together get 

They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough 

Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds 

Somewhere in the south bronx, or patterson ? ? 

The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off 

Retali' and swear he could damage em dunn 

But that will shatter his mom's faith 

In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm' 

It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn 

Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out 

On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life 

And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric 

With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day 

That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it 

Cause any day in this fork, that they callin new york 

Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure 

Or a success story 

On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh 

Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin 

Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty 

And rather pretty, a pity 

It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty 

Square diamond, the engine, of america, inchin 

Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate 

[el-p] 

My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic' 

Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin 

Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus 

Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant 

Think of soup nazi, empatzi project hard copy 

Books will suffer farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced 

Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info 

Gigapet rapist, internet pedophile disco 

Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish 

Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal 

Workin family, social jowe, boot camp 

Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile 

Mostly, lonely, plant life 

Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely 

Switchblade amaze young gun brooklyn blood transplant 

Immature menendez fashion 

Crystal method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive 

Where mc's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets 

Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon 

Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant 

I sense the tension building, since canvas killing 

K-9's roam trained our district 

Culture murder politic sadistic 

Policy ? ? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap 

I told him it was art but just got laughed at 

Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius 

And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you 

Sooner than never, most lawless progress together 

Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk 

Brain rape train bottle burners or books, fuck that! 

[lyrics born] 

Imagine this, angeles, or san francisco 

And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences 

Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive 

In the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses 

It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish 

English quest, can't understand, as the languages clash 

And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms 

It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism 

And the battle inches on, every section seperated 

By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin 

Les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers 

And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of mc's, and truthspeakers 

I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor 

My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches 

Too many independents, they share the same resemblence 

Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance 

Like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest 

But, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace 

The first day, I inched below the sur-face 

And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation 

Of disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on 

Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into 

The fabric of the nation new york city keep on mowin em down baby!