Woorden: Masia One. Mississauga. Halfway Through The City.

Halfway through the city I was on the walk again, talking the talk again
Dreaming in TeeOh to meet New York again,
Who got the plan, so cities know the who the fuck i am
I be like Spiderman, summing up the strength six times the size of men
I'm everything. Weaving through the depths like a leviathan, admiring
Eyes of passing by fly kids with flyer grins.
I'm high again, rambling on like I was high again,
I'm high again, rambling on like I was high again.
Caught my eye again, whispering on my name they angry
Sucka emcees always suffering from the penis envy
And then we, travelling on like many men be
Bought a Bentley? Lost the respect from friends and family.
The many or the few I rock mics for you, is it relevant?
Local Genius Crew is the tenement.
I?m ending it, split C?s and collared greens
Spit lyrics on these emcees like Missy misdemeans.
Halfway through the city, yeah we on the walk kid
Halfway through the city, halfway down the block kid
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Steadily we live quite lividly, and possibly the outcome of a city
Minute blink, I live imaginary leaps and bounds the ordinary immigrant is feeling really shy, shuffle by:
Piddy paddy feet like trigger ready heat
With their fingers slightly cocked,
Stealing members of the block,
Young girls do up every lock,
Seems like all we do is talk
Do something, prove something, build something.
The envious are bluffing but still amounts to nothing like I:
Kinda small but 5 feet high and rising
Like I, on the ball but kitchen crew capsizing.
Pay no mind to blue streaks and freaks with derrieres
Used to cool out speakers with that every everywhere.
Simple as this, I rock blocks in high top Adidas
Spreading head nods to mannered kids when they greet us
Born leaders, history was born to be repeated
The Queen of key note speakers, meanest emcee with no penis.
Halfway through the city, yeah we on the walk kid
Halfway through the city, halfway down the block kid
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Do you see how these beady eyed cats and kids come careless with
Their greedy ties to mackin? tricks, I plastered it, linguistics all bad and fit
You failed to quit, no talent so wack no pitch.
You turned me up, drowning out your emcee itch
You?re switching sides, mine is of the infinite
So intricate, complicate legitimate, excuse us with, LG and we refuse to quit.
You stand I sit, missing out no life like this
We paid the rich with the wage our wage was write
I?m pacing it, even though the torch was lit
I tortured kids waiting for their chance to bitch.
So highly orchestrated flow and sound is correlated
You think in straight lines while mine is corrugated
For all of you that waited mark the date to emulate me
June 15, tracks laced, Yoroku Saki
Halfway through the city, yeah we on the walk kid
Halfway through the city, halfway down the block kid
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