Guilty Simpson & Small Professor - I'm The City lyrics

Verse 1: Guilty Simpson [24 Bars] I used to dream about it Then I woke up went and got it My warm heart rotted Gotta get something' for my pockets And I dare a mother f**er try and stop it, I'm petty boy Steppin' on my toes, we'll forever war Until it's agreed, we settled score For better or, for best fam I won't accept less than The corner got me in a press jam They wanna hold a ring like the best man But still I'm the king of the best land Overseein', rollin' green overseas in the snowy season You don't believe go and see I'm the only reason Some go and see 'em screaming' in the front row, all gung ho Far stretch from the slums tho.. my city is a gun show (blaw) So what should I do, besides strap up two? In the window of the birds eye view Like a falcon, nah, more like Malcom with the same outcome Fate is something that we can't outrun So I'm holding' my ground, till your soldiers get down But they better come correct, cause I'm holding' some rounds I'm the city, my heart beats 'mo--to-the-town' Chorus 1: DJ Statik Selektah (Cuts) [8 Bars] I'm the city Walk the walk with me I'm the city Talk the talk with me I'm the city Walk the walk with me I'm the city Talk the talk with me I'm the city Talk the city with me Verse 2: Guilty Simpson [16 Bars] When I finally catch a certain rapper I'm a punch him in his face till my hand breaks Or his jaw and his cheek bones shatter Whatever comes first, on site, no handshakes Don't let the music, confuse it, I'm ruthless The problem became the solution But don't act stupid, I'm still under construction I can still relapse and get crews hit (bap bap bap) Like that, the new me didn't write that He leaves and comes right back You riden' out, get your white snatched Mina mina, but I lobby to bring ice back The current level easily I'm twice that Cause I write real life raps that's colder that an ice pack Stomp a rapper till my Nike's crack (concrete) No pity, so come get me Verse 3: Boldy James [24 Bars] What's a King to a God, but a dream to a nod I'm the real thing, yo you a facade I used to run a peal ring, f**in' with the mob In front of my buildin, tuckin' in my charm Cause it drew to much attention, not because of gettin' robbed But with the intention of Kings pushin' my Pawns This is Chess not Checkers So make your next move your best one Or catch your last breath trying catch it Catchin' up to God quick, with the quickness So don't get no bright ideas ni**a, cause we hit them (lights out) You f----n' dim wit, imbecile, nincompoop, past nimb wit I got a very short wit, and a long stick, get flipped And little do they know, we don't miss sh*t Sh*t, might catch your body, ain't nobody exempt Anybody can get it (anybody) You take somethin' from me and lay your hand on me, you get hit When I'm looking through the scope from a distance (long range) Home of the Pistons (Detroit) Only ni**a goin' the distance While these ni**as pu**ies in black pantyhose and some fish nets, it's concrete Chorus 2: DJ Statik Selektah (Cuts) [8 Bars] I'm the city Walk the walk with me I'm the city Talk the talk with me I'm the city Walk the walk with me I'm the city Talk the talk with me I'm the city Talk the city with me Outro Cuts: [8 bars] In the conditions of the city (Common) I'm the city (Guilty Simpson)