[Verse 1]
From out of left field
This delivery comes
But if you knew my life
It's how the story goes
These woes; whoa, man! Woman
I'm trynna be clear
But the looking gla** shatters
In a cloud of tears through your hide
And tears that you hide behind
Poor little thing with an Empire State of Mind
These affairs ain't fair at this point in time
When everything I just said
Was for the sake of rhyme - one time
Two time for those who don't listen
Three times for the individuals who's hearing's been missing
I'm trynna break it down for y'all exactly where I reside
9, back to 1, plus three, if you wit me - hi-five
Double it up so we can get to 10 with the deuces
It's a special time, seven shy of 100, I didn't choose this
Life, but this life chose me, unbeknownst
Time to show love to the people and city that I cherish the most
[Hook]
Eastern Standard Time? Nah, "Every Single Time"
East Coast, Beast Coast, word; every single time
West Coast, Weak Coast; oh, every single time
Ya boy ain't trynna beef, it's just for the sake of rhyme
We the standard, alright; always time to shine
Because the city never sleeps, my brothas stay on the grind
It was on Friday afternoon that I watched the sun rise
And from then on
[Verse 2]
From then on, smokestacks wrote back in the form of pollution
The only pillar in my life now is my intuition
I'm kinda scared, though; what if I'm incorrect?
Because we all know that humanity has a knowledge defect
Erase your pride and let it slide
Dethrone your Empire State of Mind
The archives are alive and in paranoia waltz:
Double-time. Irregular. Black rock. Math rock
Just shocked the system with static electricity
On my superhero flow, I'm saving the circuit city
To all the old stores that I used to roam
And all the glazed donuts from Stop and Shop, I say
Oh man, here we go with the nostalgic flow
Running through my veins and my nose to blow
Similar to the paychecks, wrecking the deposit direct
I perfected imperfect traveler's expense, flyin'
[Hook]
[Skit]