VV Ali - City Lights lyrics

CITY LIGHTS [VV Ali] Verse 1: They call it throwbacks when I rhyme like this; I'm picking up where the legends left. Emancipating flows you know I, drop more bars than d**h row, what you smiling at, this ain't ballet Bang bang my n***a, clang clang my n***a! That's the sound of the steel in your arteries and ice in your eyes When a windy city night blows a newspaper over just right, that you can see them front page headlines Yeah go figure, I'm the city slicker, everybody on them pills but the city's getting sicker Lights got ‘em flickering their eyelids, might just make you think black on black violence ain't violence! Easy with the diamond things, you might just get a black big wig with a, pistol underneath a mink who been tryna make his rep get bigger. Left hand easy with the trigger! Wrists on ooh, hearts on freeze, make you understand a grown man should never use his knees! Left arm heavy in a male, when you know you're poorer than the poor ‘coz the poor can get help! I might just delve, into some issues unkinned to the ones I should get my nose into, war and it's sinews will feed you then k** you, ‘coz slaughter ends a normal life And that's f**ed up, how many times can a fat cat die? Before tryna stick his stubs inside, every single piece of every single meal, of every city pie, and then telling us to go eat cake? You'll get f**ed up! Hook: Come to my city with that sh** that you be bringing and get rushed quicker than Usain with an AK! Sonic slaughter ‘coz the people gotta eat, you don't wanna see the lights from my city Verse 2: City's amaze-in a labyrinth of paper chasing. Sons of guns who could fade you if they grazed you, aiming at you with a case in, still stay paper chasing all this wild goose currency You couldn't tell by the way they walk, pants saggy hands on their crotch…Bandanas tied up too far, tank tops and Taylors…snapbacks maybe Jays You know what they say? The master marks his slaves and he chains them Smack tats on ‘em, whip some bling on ‘em and puppet master with the hand of God, tell ‘em smoke anything you want but the strings I'll tell it if you listen, brains on me…deceivers put your veins on bleed, the truth is I just wanna see all that bling on me…See you put the blame on me, blame society! I'm tryna get my brain on bake, just to see if I could taste all the cake that they said we could eat if the wheat was waste How the f** you eat cake when you can't break bread with your brother? Hook: Come my city with that sh** that you bringing and get rushed quicker than Usain with an AK! Sonic slaughter ‘coz the people gotta eat, you don't wanna see the lights from my city…walk away