TZU - City
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{Verse 1: Seed MC}
Now
You can see me in Pellegrini's to start
Double macchiato flowin' into my heart
Really in the mood for brilliant crew silliness
With many a brew and food to chew images
Kickin' with executives and intelligent derelicts
Last tram leavin', but I'm heavin' in the depths of it
Behold the (?...) galleries
Huh, hallways from midnight tragedies
Protest march past the Chinatown arch
Where some left-wingers get delayed for yum cha
A sweet blind busker bangin' on the guitar
Playin' Hunters & Collectors to the (?...)
{Verse 2: Joelistics}
Get with the game plan, just strap on ya Ray-Bans
There's nothin' to say, man
Money, exchange hands
The rich and the poor hands, calloused and clawed hands
God damn it, you just want it in your hands
The city is a jungle made of concrete and glass
Lions and tigers, antelope and giraffe
From the clubs and the bars, the dark corners of pubs
The soundtrack is silence and car alarms
You better use your charm to avoid the harm
From a needle in the arm to a greased-up palm
Single mothers on the pension, government henchmen
Mechanics with engines, we all struggle to survive
The minimum wage slaves workin' the long day
Who struggle for more change than 725
The cops and the robbers and other people who profit
From people paralysing pockets of poverty's frontline
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 3: Seed MC}
All of that, the maths that mix and match
The massive amount of math, the graph, the lavatories
The packs and their natrual habitats
The cats that know the Metro
(?...) cracks the alleyways and maps
Subways that don't catch no sunrays, infact
Some say the city is a code you can crack
When you're jumpin' on the block or you're rockin' with the trash
Welcome to the area of culture and cash
Money for cabs and corner shop pop advertisements
Shop disturbance like a (?...) journalist
All in all, it's turning me in
Like a criminal confessin' a sin, it's a visceral thing
(?...) pretendin' ya silly, oblivious thing
Walkin' on the city with a devilish grin
Intricate, intimate, breeding them into species and genuses
Metamorphosis (?...) say it with me and sing
{Outro}
Come on
{Verse 1: Seed MC}
Now
You can see me in Pellegrini's to start
Double macchiato flowin' into my heart
Really in the mood for brilliant crew silliness
With many a brew and food to chew images
Kickin' with executives and intelligent derelicts
Last tram leavin', but I'm heavin' in the depths of it
Behold the (?...) galleries
Huh, hallways from midnight tragedies
Protest march past the Chinatown arch
Where some left-wingers get delayed for yum cha
A sweet blind busker bangin' on the guitar
Playin' Hunters & Collectors to the (?...)
{Verse 2: Joelistics}
Get with the game plan, just strap on ya Ray-Bans
There's nothin' to say, man
Money, exchange hands
The rich and the poor hands, calloused and clawed hands
God damn it, you just want it in your hands
The city is a jungle made of concrete and glass
Lions and tigers, antelope and giraffe
From the clubs and the bars, the dark corners of pubs
The soundtrack is silence and car alarms
You better use your charm to avoid the harm
From a needle in the arm to a greased-up palm
Single mothers on the pension, government henchmen
Mechanics with engines, we all struggle to survive
The minimum wage slaves workin' the long day
Who struggle for more change than 725
The cops and the robbers and other people who profit
From people paralysing pockets of poverty's frontline
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 3: Seed MC}
All of that, the maths that mix and match
The massive amount of math, the graph, the lavatories
The packs and their natrual habitats
The cats that know the Metro
(?...) cracks the alleyways and maps
Subways that don't catch no sunrays, infact
Some say the city is a code you can crack
When you're jumpin' on the block or you're rockin' with the trash
Welcome to the area of culture and cash
Money for cabs and corner shop pop advertisements
Shop disturbance like a (?...) journalist
All in all, it's turning me in
Like a criminal confessin' a sin, it's a visceral thing
(?...) pretendin' ya silly, oblivious thing
Walkin' on the city with a devilish grin
Intricate, intimate, breeding them into species and genuses
Metamorphosis (?...) say it with me and sing
{Outro}
Come on
