[Verse 1: Heems]
I belong to the heart of the city

The city is pretty but the stress gets %#@!ty
Better than the next man save me the pity
Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty

Or the Citgo, mami just get low
If it's a hit though mami just let go
Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega

Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega
Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanca
Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda

Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka
Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka
Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco

Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though
If it's a free kick, it's a free throw
You know how he throw like Mark Price with free throws


[Refrain]
You belong, to the heart of the city

Why you try to play me baby
You belong, to the heart of the city
Why you try to play me baby


[Verse 2: Heems]
I'm Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf

I don't pledge allegiance I raise the roof, like
Like does this roof need raising?
Phylicia Rashad in the sun like a raisin

These sound like !@$^ because I'm whoring myself
Stack for a verse, now I'm touring myself
Yes, I'm fresh from Japan

Call my connect and I pay him in yen
Budapest, Bucharest to Budapest
He who next, you a pest, stupid mess

Stupid fresh, Hima best dressed
He who do the text, I see through you like meh
Where we from, life gets brutal

Bury our feelings in bottles of Brugal
I'm been listening to Sisqo
Remember when our friends use to wild out on [?]


[Refrain]