N.y.c. Lyrics - In The City - Kevin Rudolf

In the city of dreams 

You get caught up in the schemes 

And fall apart in the seam tonight 

That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx 

And it's the fortunate one who dies 

(New York, you ready?) 

He move from LAS to Soho 

A few blocks for those who don't know 

Down the hall punched a hole in the wall 

Bounced out, all are in control 

Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101 

Don't fly too high on your own supply 

Get burnt by the sun 

'Cause in the city of dreams 

You get caught up in the schemes 

And fall apart in the seam tonight 

That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx 

And it's the fortunate one who dies 

He was NY's talk of the town 

Heard out to the LI sound 

He started datin' models and he figured it out 

He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out 

Qualified sex machine 

No better than a vowed fiend 

She wanted a ride to the upper east side 

But he dropped her ass off in Queens 

'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 

You ready, K? 

(And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky) 

It's your man Nas here 

Take it straight through New York city 

Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown 

Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard 

I'm thought of highly, shoppin' Louie, Gianni 

Christian LaCrosse 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 standin' 

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 livin' right now 

I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down 

Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceilin' 

Then it's a loud fool, fifty third street, right near the Hilton 

I'm fightin' the feelin' I had when I was lightin' up buildings 

Now I'm writin' for millions of listeners 

Critics who just don't get it 

They try dissin' us, New York full of kings and queens 

All the rest just mimic us 

'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