N.Y.C. (feat. Nas) [Edited]

In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy, he used to bomb from B.K. to the Bronx

And it's the fortunate one, who dies

New York, we ready

He moved from LES to SoHo

A few blocks for those who don't know

Down the hall, punched a hole in the wall

Bounced out on the rent control

Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101

Don't fly too high on your own supply

Get burnt by the sun

'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy he used to bomb from B.K. to the Bronx

And it's the fortunate one, who dies

He was NY's talk of the town

Heard out to the LI sound

He started dating models and he figured it out

He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out

Bonified sex machine, no better than a vowy fiend

She wanted a ride to the Upper East Side

But he dropped her ass off in queens

'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war

And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky

OK, my city, my town, my crown

Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard

I'm thought of highly, shopping Louie, Gianni

Christian Lacroix shades, what can a boss say?

City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway

Ski masks and gunplay: my past at a young age

The illest city on the planet

Towers came down, Wall Street barely standing

We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers

My footsteps of Scatman Crothers

It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me

Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos

This isn't my style, I spit what I'm living right now

I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down

Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling

Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton

I'm fighting the feeling I had when I was lighting up buildings

Now I'm writing for millions of listeners

Critics who just don't get it, they try dissing us

New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us

'Cause in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war

And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky