Mic Blaque - New York City Part 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

Can i say New York City, can i say New York City


Cash Rules, Cash Rules, Cash rules, Cash rules


Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dolla' dolla' bill
Dolla' bill
Now they all screaming give me something we can feel
Been a minute
Since NY felt that trill
For real


[Verse 1: Mic Blaque]

Death to the shit they glorify
They tell you lies just to see your dreams Demoralized
Cashmere thought
To complex for your complex
They gave you a plate, now you screaming out progress
Can't move me
I'm Malcolm x or KRS one holding that Uzi
Champaign wishes up in jacuzzis
I try to drop jewels, they rather jewelry
The irony
So much ambition
Full intuition
They still searching for that transition
That blue print to better living
McLaren in park position
So inspired
Motivation is fuel by this fire
Taken them higher For greatness that's all required
Panorama view from the spaceship
Is so embracive
They never left hood
So their eyes wide in amazement
They want them Benz's by the curve
I tried to give them the world but the block they preferred


[Hook]



[Verse 2: Top Dolla Raz]

But ive been gone
To long no time left
So the watch is on my right arm
That devil's like a python
Uh
Fuck a deal my homies, begging for appeal
My faith is sealed
Close my eyes, hoping Jesus take the wheel
Uh
Trying to go the distance
The Prison system giving free admission
I hope you listen, most my niggas didn't
Still i love you no condition, see i help your vision
No Shame still love my pigment
Uh!
Black as the back of the neck
Top of the gums
Black as the paint on the tech
Or a cancerous lung
Your answer is none
No fair cause' my passion a ton
Already won
Ain't fighting for a city we already run
I wasn't brave i'm a son of a slave
I break chains
I'm just stuck in my ways, Just the way i was made
Drunk off the bless
Smell the truth on my breath
I fucked the world and i came on her breasts
You goin' give me respect


[Hook]