The Actual

All City

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    "no...no doubt baby... all city crew...
    Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew" (4x)
    Yeah, what, uh
    Like that how we do
    The n-y
    Bed-stuy
    Brooklyn
    Verse 1:
    Check it
    For you to fuck with this apostle, it's not possible
    Mega large collossal nigga you docile
    And i sizable play me close and i'll ox you
    That's only logical cause i'm fact, you costume
    Now who da obstacle?
    Throw basic, watch me blaze shit, the all's faced it
    It's natural for champs to hate shit
    Plenty cases, some anonymous, age m-i-n-t,
    With a diamond glist, like jewelery
    You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me
    All city, bound to be rich, without the filthy
    My players skillt me, your glares don't tilt me
    My pops def' built to the point
    I'm not moved by no thing
    Man or material, crime without the serial
    Never been inside, unless it was a v.i.
    Although they got plans to knock me
    I feel 'em watchin' me, eyein' the city while we monopoly
    The game is hot to me, but i play to win "crew"
    "no...no doubt baby... all city crew...don't get it wrong...
    Comin' through with the crew...no...no doubt baby... all city crew...
    Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...." (4x)
    Verse 2:
    Yo, yo, yo
    We the forever livin', there's no beginnin' or endin'
    All city's the actual, y'all niggas is pretendin'
    In jeans and linen, i will attract the flyest women
    My waves stay spinnin', and not a dime of mine they spendin'
    That's pimpin' tradition, play sony in the expedition
    Play your position, who wandered with my coalition
    We boa constricted, gettin' so many splits it's sickenin'
    Lyrically stick ya, every pedestrians a victim
    I gotta addiction, to marijuana and the henny
    Brooklyn send me, we break bread and convert pennies into major
    Dollars
    We lock jaws like rottweilers, duck tapin' your mouth
    So they can't here you hollar, you held for hostage,
    Now we informed ya niggas, the ransom is handsome
    Seven digit figures, and some, while back at the mansion
    We light up the branson, and write hot shit to leave you dancin'
    As we advance on through, all city "crew"
    "ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...
    No...no doubt baby... all city crew...don't get it wrong...
    Comin' through with the crew...no...no doubt baby... all city crew...
    Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew....no...no doubt baby...
    All city crew...don't get it wrong...comin' through (echoes)"
    Verse 3:
    For this dough yo, the mega flowin' coastal
    Plan to be the next mogul, through rap vocal
    No love if i don't know you, fam is so few
    N-y streets i flow through, layin low dope, like i'm suppost to
    Till i'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city wanna whole lou
    You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal
    Swingin' low true, you fugazi, yo shit's shaky, made you shady
    The mega psalms hades, never play thee,
    Put in work till shit's gravy, move greatly, up in the grey v-12
    Puffin the hazy, eyes lazy, thoughts paisley
    Me and my shorty from baisley, all city raise due
    New ones to follow, chrome nozzle, we spit things that leave you
    Hollow
    Sophisticato, strictly for the cargo, gems sparkle, new wave
    El demarco, i play my part though, the city hot though "crew"
    "don't get it wrong...comin' through with the crew..."
    Verse 4:
    Yo, i'm certified raw, you heard of me before
    Verbally i'm bringin war to those who wanna murder me
    Put ya niggas servin' me, king put 'em through surgery
    Had you on a respirator in state of emergency
    Rob you for your currency, y'all worry me not
    Blast a shot and watch you faggot niggas scurry from spot
    I play the devils advocate play me sideways i ain't havin' it
    You rather get mauled by attack dogs, thats havin' this
    You can't fathom this, when in the presence of the fabulous
    Rap attackin' this, fly at niggas with the rapidness
    Who 'bout to clap at this, we at the top of our rank
    Your shit is juvenile compared to my style you shootin' blanks
    Behold this metropolis, gold, throw ya hands in
    Me and my mans'n, we explodin' like loose cannons
    Lace you quick with the basic wit, tiger like asics
    Theatrical niggas be tryin' to play sick, stay awake kid...
    "all city crew..."

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    Composición: Chris Martin, DJ Premier, Larry Troupe y Gregory Cordew

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