"What'd you do last night?""We did, umm, two whole carsit was me, Dez, and Main Three, right?and on the first car in small letters it said'All you see is…' and then you knowbig, big, you know some block silver lettersthat said 'crime in the city', right?""It just took up the whole car?""Yeah, yeah, it was a whole car and shit..."Spanish Speaking Woman)¡Escuchela! La ciudad respirando¡Escuchela! La ciudad respirando¡Escuchela! La ciudad respirando¡Escuchela!Mos Def)the new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolisshining, like, "Who on top of this?"people was tusslin', arguing and bustlin'gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustlin'I'm wrestling with words and ideasmy ears is pricked, seeking what will transmitthe scribes can apply to transcriptyo, this ain't no time where the usual is suitabletonight alive, let's describe the inscrutablethe indisputable, we New York the narcoticdraped in metal and fiber opticswhere mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tipsfor profits, thirsty criminals take pocketshard knuckles on the second hands of working class watchesskyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterousstay alive, you play or die, no optionsno Batman and Robincan't tell between the cops and the robbersthey both partners, they all heartless with no conscienceback streets stay darkenedhere unbeliever hearts stay hardenedmy eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbingyou either make a way or stay sobbin'the shiny Apple is bruised but sweetand if you choose to eat, you could lose your teethmany crews retreat, nightly news repeatwho got shot down and locked downspotlight to savages, NASDAQ averagesmy narrative rose to explain this existenceamidst the harbor lights which remain in the distanceBlack Star)so much on my mind that I can't reclineblastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshinebreathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shinebreathe out, weed smoke retrace the skylineheard the bass ride out like an ancient mating callI can't take it, y'all, I can feel the city breathingchest heaving, against the flesh of the eveningsigh before we die like the last train leavingTalib Kweli)breathin' in deep city breaths, sittin' on shitty stepswe stoop to new lows, Hell froze the night the city sleptthe Beast crept through concrete junglescommunicating with one anotherand ghetto birds where waters fallfrom the hydrants to the guttersthe Beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin'you on the wrong side of the track, looking visibly shakentaken them plungersplunging to death that's painted by the numberswith Krylon applied pressure; cats is playing Godby having children by a lesser baby mother, but fuck itwe played against each other like puppetsswearing you got pullwhen the only pull you got is the wool over your eyesgetting knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguiselook in the skies for God, what you see besides the smogis broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscenethoughts that people put in the airplaces where you could get murdered over a glarebut everything is fair; it's a paradox we call realityso keepin' it real will make you casualty of abnormal normalitykillers Born Naturally, like Mickey and Mallorynot knowing the ways'll get you capped, like an NBA salarysome cats be emceein' to illustrate what we be seein'hard to be a spiritual beingwhen shit is shaking what you believe infor trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be plantedI'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me strandedmy blood pressure boiled and rose‘cause New York niggas acting spoiled at showsto the winners, the spoils goI take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gatesNew York life type trife, the Roman Empire stateBlack Star)so much on my mind that I can't reclineblastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshinebreathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shinebreathe out, weed smoke retrace the skylineheard the bass ride out like an ancient mating callI can't take it, y'all, I can feel the city breathingchest heaving, against the flesh of the eveningsigh before we die like the last train leavingCommon)on The Amen corner I stood lookin' at my former hoodfelt the spirit in the windknew my friend was gone for goodthrew dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask itmixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't masteredI choreograph seven steps to Heavenin Hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavenveteran of a cold war; it's Chica-I-go forwhat I know or what's knownso some days I take the bus home, just to touch homefrom the crib I spend months gonesat by the window with a clutched domelistening to shorties cuss longyoung girls with weak minds, but they butt strongtried to call, or at least beep the Lordbut didn't have a touch-toneit's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush onsome of this land I must ownoutta the city, they want us gonetearing down the 'jects creating plush homesmy circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jonessurrounded by hate, yet I love homeask my guy how he thought travelling the world soundfound it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtownit's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleepof reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keepdeep, I heard my man breathe in his sleepof reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keepBlack Star)so much on my mind that I can't reclineblastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshinebreathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shinebreathe out, weed smoke retrace the skylineheard the bass ride out like an ancient mating callI can't take it, y'all, I can feel the city breathingchest heaving, against the flesh of the eveningsigh before we die like the last train leaving