Phantom Of The Beats - City High lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)] (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle) This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) Realize.. [Inspectah Deck] We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be Forcing my hand to make me, off this man I never claimed k**er, I came iller stayed realer Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling Boat names with c**aine dreams screaming "I own the game!" I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the pain Lost so many I don't fear d**h, no tears left Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left When they said "At fifteen he'll be already dead" I'm here heavy head steady sipping Rmy Red Wild fellow trying to keep my mind settled Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo [Hook: Inspectah Deck] I'm just a city guy living fly getting high Live it till I die getting by, whipping by Stand solidified big times to different sides Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe) [Inspectah Deck] Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast One with the city, fight for sections of land Can't sleep till the check's in my hand It's still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle I don't give a f** about much but my beloved and such Cause nobody to trust but us It's New York life, walk like what you talk like Or you mi