Looking Over a City Lyrics
| Song | Looking Over a City |
| Artist | Quannum |
| Album | Quannum Spectrum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Meline ... | |
| (feat. El-P (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! |
| zuo ci : Daumont, Davis, Meline ... | |
| feat. ElP 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 nbsp??, up to woodsy | |
| Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways | |
| These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kittykats | |
| 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, mediawise, brutalized by parents | |
| At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wideeyed | |
| 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 nbsp?? | |
| The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouthsoff | |
| 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 | |
| ElP | |
| 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 local 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, trifelon | |
| Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant | |
| I sense the tension building, since canvas killing | |
| K9' s roam trained our district | |
| Culture murder politic sadistic | |
| Policy nbsp?? 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 asskiss, 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 ethnic features decorated veterans deliverin | |
| Lessons 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 surface | |
| And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, interpretation | |
| 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! |
| zuò cí : Daumont, Davis, Meline ... | |
| feat. ElP 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 nbsp??, up to woodsy | |
| Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways | |
| These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kittykats | |
| 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, mediawise, brutalized by parents | |
| At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wideeyed | |
| 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 nbsp?? | |
| The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouthsoff | |
| 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 | |
| ElP | |
| 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 local 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, trifelon | |
| Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant | |
| I sense the tension building, since canvas killing | |
| K9' s roam trained our district | |
| Culture murder politic sadistic | |
| Policy nbsp?? 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 asskiss, 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 ethnic features decorated veterans deliverin | |
| Lessons 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 surface | |
| And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, interpretation | |
| 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! |
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