Artist: Latyrx f/ El-P (Company Flow) Album: Quannum Spectrum Song: Looking Over a City Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this? And who can see it.. plain as day Look how it FALLS down Falls down upon everybody! This is it [Lateef] Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy They givin ??, up to woodsy manipulatin they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live and answers the question why God blessed the Earth But, buildings block out the sky, and the children are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents at the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET they pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ?? The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn but that will shatter his Mom's faith in the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm' It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out on coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life and some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric with sensational glory, let me tell you all one day that it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure or a success story On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty and rather pretty, a pity It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate [El-P] My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic' where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile Mostly, lonely, plant life Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant immature Menendez fashion Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive where MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant I sense the tension building, since canvas killing K-9's roam trained our district Culture murder politic sadistic Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap I told him it was art but just got laughed at Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius and kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you Sooner than never, most lawless progress together Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT! [Lyrics Born] Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive in the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish english quest, can't understand, as the languages clash And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism and the battle inches on, every section seperated by eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truthspeakers I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches Too many independents, they share the same resemblence Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest but, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace The first day, I inched below the sur-face and found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation of disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into the fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowin em down baby!