Heart of the City
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
Abandoned buildings, lost black children
The world is my chessboard, stars be my ceiling
Civilians in pavilions where gladiators died
Niggas froth bitten as their brains get fried
I slide like a rook amongst these thieves and crooks
Blackfoot tribes reading Arabic books
I'm hooked on swishes and sisters, sneakers and chains
Trying to maintain on the devil's terrain
I wish getting bread was easy as getting head
My camouflage soaked in ancestral bloodshed
I sped through time, releasing rhyme after rhyme
My blood, a rattle your wind chimes, God, cipher divine
Got these soldiers in line
Manoeuvre the army, Art of War, chapter nine
Crime is the means of survival, like the Bible
I'm burning trees every hour like a Pyro
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
Hey y'all, noose around my neck, roller coaster
Keep a shoulder host of many schemes and hopes to get over
My niggas stealing Coma, never wait for Romans
Rocks a bacon soda verse, those at least yours total
Out on spring garden inside the crack house
I got the odour sprung me over to them days
Trying to trap mouse with loaded, Cannons
Spring damage to frozen heart, chosen arch and let my words
Serve where things fall apart
Civilized man, performing my appointed part
Pointed darts at the money tree, not just for me
Trying to feed 100 million hungry african seeds
But we go to war like the Congolese or Honorees
Tonight the model BSK not marrying me
Heart of the city blood flow more than documentary
December seed growing pardon me, weed blowing
Consider me Clive Owens derailing the mind focused
A nickel in a nail with a fine load of some Mocha
I move wingless, shook all your blue gunmetal, when gun oil
Approach slow, you have no idea what's in store for you
Was blood cold shut your dreams, change your clothes
Whipped out the seams snub nose in the hands of disenfranchised team
Immaculate size rocking your brochure dosage the fiends
Has nothing beg my pardon, my ribs is touching
Death to the starving until my actions pass and left of the Margin
Then I'm a passing a death Sergeant
Lionel Richie, working in the night shift with freedom
Sure seems like a night skip pristine views
Of the sun, moon and stars are priceless
So I take it back to the future seen in advance telescopic vision
Precision living we end the trenches with battle plans
But forces deploy see me on the front lines
With soldiers on they stripes with Taurus 45
We shooting at your lights keep the shot boots tight those Vets will survive
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
Abandoned buildings, lost black children
The world is my chessboard, stars be my ceiling
Civilians in pavilions where gladiators died
Niggas froth bitten as their brains get fried
I slide like a rook amongst these thieves and crooks
Blackfoot tribes reading Arabic books
I'm hooked on swishes and sisters, sneakers and chains
Trying to maintain on the devil's terrain
I wish getting bread was easy as getting head
My camouflage soaked in ancestral bloodshed
I sped through time, releasing rhyme after rhyme
My blood, a rattle your wind chimes, God, cipher divine
Got these soldiers in line
Manoeuvre the army, Art of War, chapter nine
Crime is the means of survival, like the Bible
I'm burning trees every hour like a Pyro
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
Hey y'all, noose around my neck, roller coaster
Keep a shoulder host of many schemes and hopes to get over
My niggas stealing Coma, never wait for Romans
Rocks a bacon soda verse, those at least yours total
Out on spring garden inside the crack house
I got the odour sprung me over to them days
Trying to trap mouse with loaded, Cannons
Spring damage to frozen heart, chosen arch and let my words
Serve where things fall apart
Civilized man, performing my appointed part
Pointed darts at the money tree, not just for me
Trying to feed 100 million hungry african seeds
But we go to war like the Congolese or Honorees
Tonight the model BSK not marrying me
Heart of the city blood flow more than documentary
December seed growing pardon me, weed blowing
Consider me Clive Owens derailing the mind focused
A nickel in a nail with a fine load of some Mocha
I move wingless, shook all your blue gunmetal, when gun oil
Approach slow, you have no idea what's in store for you
Was blood cold shut your dreams, change your clothes
Whipped out the seams snub nose in the hands of disenfranchised team
Immaculate size rocking your brochure dosage the fiends
Has nothing beg my pardon, my ribs is touching
Death to the starving until my actions pass and left of the Margin
Then I'm a passing a death Sergeant
Lionel Richie, working in the night shift with freedom
Sure seems like a night skip pristine views
Of the sun, moon and stars are priceless
So I take it back to the future seen in advance telescopic vision
Precision living we end the trenches with battle plans
But forces deploy see me on the front lines
With soldiers on they stripes with Taurus 45
We shooting at your lights keep the shot boots tight those Vets will survive
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
The heart of the city pumps blood cold
You should numbing up, toughen up
Think twice about war with us
We say, "Peace"
But, keep the swords with us
They keep the streets in, run the cold with us
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Allen Norton, Justin Cross, Miguel Williams
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