Rock Mecca - New York Noise lyrics

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New York Noise / Rock MeccaVerse 1:From the top of the TrumpDown to the gutters and dumpsStreet kings on the corners and bunks in prisonsThey bump the rhythm I brungLive from the tip of the tongueWith the slang from the streets where I'm fromKids bang so they reach for they gunsWomen screech and they runSome impeached for embezzling fundsCrooked politicians, for the Senate they runRest of ya'll would've found out if Hillary wonGotta hear everyoneFrom the felony oneOffenders to street vendorsThey got a million and oneStories like skyscrapers, of wild capersMad flavors like Now-N-Laters and stack paperThe whole world learnin whatever we taughtBuyin whatever we boughtLearnin what sounds fresh whenever we talkChampionship teams in every sportPigs scheemin in every reportLock us whenever we caught(Hook)That's the way it goes on the streets of New York. (8x)Verse 2:What you want I keep it real or a fantasy life?New York in 88 or what's poppin tonight?An accurate descriptionVivid depiction, conflicting with your fictionFlicks on televisionThe Knicks is never winninScript that's never written unfold, life cut short when the metal reloadsCuz the cops bust bullet holes in the innocent's clothesGentrified or foreclosed homes, tell us where do we go?High mortality rateSince 9/11 can't keep my salary straight, in the Empire stateNowadays to survive you need the entire cakeNot a piece of the pie, it's do or die so IWork 5 jobs with x amount of hustlesRoll deep, my squad got x amount of muscleApartment got no heat, outside it stormsWhether in or out it's warIt's all very hardcore(Hook)That's how it goes on the streets of New York (8x)Verse 3:When the N cross the Y on your fitted, you can die any minuteBrought your life to an end (N), Not a clue why (Y) he did itWhen the sirens are ringing, lights are flashingSomebody got wet without unscrewing out a hydrantI'm rhyming, with plans to lock the whole city downInside of my hand, but still you won't see me nowThe ghost of New YorkShadow when you walk, echo when you talkThe smoke in the dro that you spark, that knows where you areLike a GPS, one eye open like CBS, on every corner like CVSStreet pharmacists, the barbers and the all city vetsKnow what time it is, the rhymin is an All City bestBut stress, uh, this ain't another New York anthemJust a S-O-S call to let the world know we strandedIn the rotten apple, it got a worm in itThe trains smell like piss and elevators herb scented(Hook)That's how it goes on the streets of New York (8x)