Language Arts Crew - Big City lyrics

[Intro: Sample from [?]] Rules? Hmm. There aren't many rules. You fight mean, you win mean. Takes a special, sure man [Hook 1: Clint Westwood] Where's a big city for the citizens amidst the village? Hell feelings, drug dealing plus spilling and k**ing One in a million struggling to rip a living Cops have risen and civilians box for pots to piss in Herds of servants hurrying to work insurgent Well below the curtain ‘cause the surface is a world of burden America is hysteria now We underground when your town comes crumbling down [Verse 1: Clint Westwood] Welcome to San Jose, the land of average days Unanimous race, slanderous hate, shattered gla**, and hazardous waste Leatherface, [transit is where I?] scare all those candy kids Hand in hand, will that every bandit's? Inhale the ambience Attacking the Jack in the Box, smack [molars?]. The crack corner Where you get stabbed in the back with a plastic fork for a quarter Thought of us getting short orders that might have already swarmed the authorities In a storm of who*es over lost Ford Explorers and 40s City of toxicity, the armpit of the Valley Where trickling piss streams of vomit seep from every alley Foul streets, malfunctioning, drunk brethren Land of the neverending 7-Eleven living dead veterans Yo, the highest cost of living while the citizens stay jobless Microscopic silicon stock hits double the profits out of my pockets [?] sock you in the jaw before he warns ya In this cultureless mortuary called Northern California [Verse 2: Vric Enoh] Amongst a hectic city, hard to lift your head when heavy pressure Fills the chest inside the mind and moves like water levee On the verge of bursting open, throw your raft, invite the weather Head on the end of the road but flips to scream like a game of tether I'm making extra quickly. I've been morbid out the chaos Staying lost in desolation, making the moves and got the day off Taking the time to gather thoughts and jot them down onto the paper Without a breath, I'm unique thoughts, a taxi cabber, island vapor [Hook 1: Clint Westwood] Where's a big city for the citizens amidst the village? Hell feelings, drug dealing plus spilling and k**ing One in a million struggling to rip a living Cops have risen and civilians box for pots to piss in Herds of servants hurrying to work insurgent Well below the curtain ‘cause the surface is a world of burden America is hysteria now We underground when your town comes crumbling down [Verse 3: Benny Medicina] It's the life of the lights. Can't rocket profits? Then die to the price Vipers as they strike get your ankles and bite you in stride There's piss in alley corners in every alley in California We'll bet our born matadors with metaphors to rattle on ya It's the man of [?], stainless pen department Cannabis-sparking. [I get so?] plastic, mannequin targets [Soul stamped with us surging?] and salute arm to the loser I beg your pardon. I'm carving the future like the marchmen of Luther You far from the truth, truly trendy and trampled on Atom bombs that trap the pa** of Panama and flood the land abroad an*log electricity's toilet—don't flow through your cordless Put your word out of orbit, understand we will torch the fortress [Verse 4: QS Zeus] Yo, it's a fortunate [list?]. Force distorted portraits Remorseless, the city will force kids from the orphanage This origin's older than Roman soldiers in auditoriums All these territories from [?] to Oregon But hold that tone Nobody gonna get ya if you're quiet. The gate is all I've roamed So take it if you want to get to nowhere A ticket if you want to ride. A trick lie be “Why ever go there?” This cold air—smooth your pant ruffs or move to Florida This forest of weed exported to hold all of the flow in us Never thought I'd get involved with grips I'm just dot up on the clover ‘til it falls and splits, so, um [Hook 2: QS Zeus] What am I supposed to do ‘bout all this? The earth quakes but it seems so faultless I make a stand but I fall in piss And all the kids will evolve to this Come check it out What am I supposed to do ‘bout all this? The earth quakes but it seems so faultless I make a stand but I fall in piss And all the kids will evolve to this Yo. Uh