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lyrics

1st verse:

I had to start from the bottom,
That's why I'm part of the problem
They blame me for writing fault lines,
Authored in carbon,
Half Malcolm Half Martin,
Please pardon my jargon,
I'm Marcus Mosiah Garveying
The martyrs of the sovereigns,
Be all up in my aura,
I'm the harvest of their garden,
We say Ashe, Selah, salaam
To keep our hearts from
Hardening,
Power in the spoken word, even flowers grow from dirt, faster from the CO2, that we produce, when blowing herb,
I don't tell, folks to go to hell,
I say go to earth, you can find heaven too, oh as well, both are flirts,
Only you gon know what works, start a school or go to church,
Maybe both, or worse, and you never even go and search in the city

Chorus

2nd verse:

I got a lot of shit to say, but Chikfila on Christmas Day is how some of y'all lips should stay, for real tho, y'all just in the way,
That's all I'm gonna vent today,
It ain't chipping at the rent I pay,
Anyway, it's just, letting time slip away
So let me get, get away
No invite, not in spite, just need a minute to get right, last thing that we need is an infight
Like an infant, no insight
None of that shit sound pimp tight,
Gotta squint like you in dim light,
Trying to be what you ain't built like,
It's a bit trite to be this type,
I don't get hype, it don't sit right
The devil pie crust ain't crimped right,
But if a nigga starving he'll still bite
Lemme welcome you to real life, I might be the only one that you hear right, took the bad out of bastard, now I'm a star,
you can see far on a clear night
From the city

Bridge:
I'm from the city where we once saw bombs over Baghdad
My Grandma like Nas, my momma bought me that Ras Kass, around the same time I was bumping that LabCab
I wonder if the dirty south will still get the last laugh,

Chorus

credits

from Monday​/​Friday, released August 14, 2015
Produced by Illastrate Written and performed by Yamin Semali
Background vocals by Jew'El aka Robin Jewels from LotusLove
Guitar by K Salaam for Green Tea Musik

("The City" intro produced by Bright Son, Yamin Semali and Illastrate)

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