Thursday, January 20, 2011

Empire State of Mind (blogging from Richardson, Texas)

(misses and all) "But B.K. is from Texas," I like that he put that line in there.



Yeah,
Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn,
Now Im down in Tribeca,
Right next to DeNiro,
But I'll be hood forever,
I'm the new Sinatra,
And since I made it here,
I can make it anywhere,
Yeah they love me everywhere,
I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my dominicanos,
Right there up on broadway,
Brought me back to that McDonalds,
Took it to my stash spot,
Five Sixty Stage street,
Catch me in the kitchen
Like a simmons whipping pastry,
Cruising down 8th street,
Off white lexus,
Driving so slow
But BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at Bedsty
Home of that boy Biggie,
Now I live on Billboard,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai-tai
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from...

New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

I made you hot,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho,
But I got a gang walking with my click tho,
Welcome to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa,
Home of the hip hop,
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back,
For foreginers it aint fitted they forget how to act,
8 million stories out there and their naked,
Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it,
Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley (a play on monte and marney),
Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade,
Long live the king yo,

I'm from the empire state that's...

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light...

Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
The side lines is blind with casualties,
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse,
Don't bite the apple Eve,
Caught up in the in crowd,
Now you're in style,
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
The city of sin is a pity on a whim,
Good girls gone bad, the city filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city you're a Virgin,
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends,
Came here from school, graduated to the high life,
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahhh
Come on, come,
Yeah,


In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York