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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 X2 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 Letras de cancionesDo 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 X2 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 X2 From Letras Mania