ANTHM - Manhattan lyrics

rate me

Gotham

Skies are grey, I see it from a mile away

While I play Billy Holliday

Whether F Scott or Ella Fitzgerald

Switch my apparel, live like a pharoah

Label me modern day Jay Gatsby,

Life in the fast lane can’t catch me

At a max speed , down the FDR, the same taxi

Voice stay raspy, late night,

socialize to the crack of dawn

Just an hour that I’m napping on

Scotch whiskey, smell on my breath, it’s 5:50

Waking up still tipsy, eyes shifty

Life’s a slow death, if I die quickly

I’m taking the pie with me,

To be precise, bury me with each slice

See the world gather round street lights like peace pipes

Many travel, to the apple, build the tower of Babel

See they dreams unravel

If I loose a battle, still win the war

The American dream is in my inner core,

Never sleep, never plan to rest

9 lives on my feets where I’m landing next

The spirit of a hustler, a manifest

How do I define a hustler, I can’t address

But I’ll show you, let the candle turn to wax

So Mickey Mantle with the stats

Pin stripes, lifestyle I spit nice,

nouveau riche, triple axle on thin ice.

Like sirens to Odysseus, lady liberty slow kissing us

Profiling from Ellis island, from that river Hudson

Detrimental to my liver function

Martini by the glass got a nigga lusting

Top shelf, I be guzzling

Feet hit the concrete, on beat like percussion

Higher echelon bet I’m touching

See Mona Lisa, hand up the skirt, got her blushing

She wanna be one of my queens like flushin

The energy flows, like moonshine of prohibition

Manhattan coalition, all mighty dollar, no religion

Patio brunch leave the bread crumbs for the pigeons

Slick talker, Knickerbocker, either pick pocket or negotiate a wicked offer

So no matter what it cost me, dream big, birth thoughts like offspring’s

I swear I dream like a boss dreams, notorious schemes…

Everybody will have soon heard,

transition like Giuliani to Bloomberg

News worthy, a few blurbs, how I went from the bottom to the top, true words

Bounced up like a pogo stick, every man for himself on a solo tip

Now for the faint of heart you should go home quick

Read the same script that Manolo flipped

The world is mine, don’t trip, shout the motherfucker out the sky

Get your own blimp

I relate to the greats, barbarians at the gates, no escape

Gotta go head on

Until I’m all day know, see a nigga sunbathe in that Broadway glow

Amg first, never lose sight of this

Came to show you what an esquire is

Debonaire all bets on the higher wrist?

Gentlemen, but we rule with an iron fist

Yea nigga? Welcome to Manhattan.

Thanks to BenC for correcting these lyrics