VERSE 1
I, started this rhyme as I waited for the train
On the platform, hearing instrumentals in my brain

My kicks dirty gray 'cuz the air so foul
One hundred degrees out, so we pray for rain
The line pulls up, and it's full as hell

Not to mention, these cats got a funky $$# smell
LL might be somewhere ringin some bells
But as for me, I can barely even hear my cell

These are the middle class losers, beggars, students
Here, if you don't got a car, you ain't included
A place that turns flesh to stone, like Medusa

The '60s, tried to make a ghost of Confucius
The car turns north as my head shuts down
Prepared to close doors like old John Brown

Done with the rhyme, and we're almost out of town
And I almost missed my stop, I was busy with the sounds


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Just another day in the city of the North
Some push foreign whips; some are just piss-poor.

Just another day in a city filled with schemes
Filled with teams who be dreaming of the cream, so it seems
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VERSE 2
I live in a city where the dust hits ya bones

Where to be heard, your words gotta use megaphones
Where everybody smokes and it's killing them slow
Where you can sing out loud and nobody hears the tones

People tryna go hard, but they scared as hell
So they keep coming back like a carousel
no roots, so they move like a tumbling weed

Like police at the door while they bundling weed
They hear the knock outside and they stumble and flee
While I roam the city free like Grand Theft 3

There's poison in the air, so he's coughin up lungs
But he breathes in, the Spirit's got him speaking in tongues
Coughed up some blood, guess he is a little scared

But he made it this far, guess he's sposed to be here
A life well lived is a life without fear
Got more than 4 bars, am I coming through clear?


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VERSE 3
I run the rings like Sonic, blaze like the chronic
Gaze at the stars, see my fate like a comet

But the haze on the city every day from the morning
No colors, just greys, like the city was in mourning
They poured over slums to make way for the champions

Now they got clubs where before, there were stadiums
Got bums, from locals turned aliens
An unmarked grave for the brave who remained in 'em

I jumped off the train as I headed to the crib
and came face-to-face with a horse drawn rig
A man with blank eyes and a face like stone

Is this city mine, or his to call home?
Just another day in a city caught between
Tryna stay above water while we, chase our dreams

Some live and some die, tryna do their thing
Some live and some die, this big city, Beijing


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