**Crosby Verse**
from the first book i looked at. i took it as a reminder...
i'm a leader to the fighter, fighting for nine to fivers...
a nine eleven survivor, ticking bomber with timer...
writer pulling all nighters writing up in the dinner...
born and raised in the fire outta Loisaida...
down the block from the bikers, leather jackets and bare wire...
everybody got a flyer, out of towners now insider...
even though the buildings get higher, cant change the stripes on a tiger...
open hydrant with pliers, quarter waters, papaya...
the music that i play makes the weight on my back lighter...
life cant delivery a surprise greater than a cipher...
so when i hear a new verse, my thirst cant get any hyper...
always been the type to wanna get loud and inspire...
the crowda get wider than tires spinnin like a dryer...
its a cycle. the moment someones fired someones hired...
why you think they call it nyc gotham city the empire...
~~~
**Otis Clapp Verse**
Who woulda thought growin up in New York that i would spark
and get paid everyday for the way that i talk
the city never sleeps so be on your feet..
theres a million and one ways that ya could eat
its like here in New York its hard to trust shit
cuz since 9/11 everyones a suspect
cops harrass my ass on the regular,treat me like a predator for being on the cellular i heard money dont grow off trees,so im baggin up trees to watch my money grow...please im on the grind like a fat bitch shoes
cops recognize us by tattoos
N.Y. real gully but its run by Jews
but i get new paper like the first day of school
born in the city,get it on in the city
if u aint come correct,you gone in the city...bye bye
~~~
**Warren Britt Verse**
Coney Island Hospital...1984...elizabeth would push a prophet who'd identify the logical...use my reasoning wore Timberlands through all seasons...manhattan streets bleeding everytime we hit the cement, walk up out the train station, sight amazing with my mind blazing, look around and stay patient, thorugh observation, you're a witness to stardom, a brooklyn heart hardens in harlem, city of poverty, cold stares nobody bothers me, lights flash cameras glare that's just a part of me, you can't pardon me, i been got across Brownsville corners and i'll take you to the spot, it's all fair it's a part of the game i hope the kid sees the screen and remembers the name, a rose from concrete warren britt he, represents new york city, ride with me now...
