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The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That’s black?
Whattup God?
Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?
*blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo!
Hold the fuck up

Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)
Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)
Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)
Fuckin with me, and mine
Murderous

[Inspectah Deck]
Check it, yo
The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city
The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
Label them my anus and the casualty’s home
It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade
ride the wave like Frankie Avalon
As I decipher AIDS crime pays
The law’s long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs
before I bomb firearm
The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster
He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
Composer was shook
I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke
Deep throat this murder I wrote
The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure
By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted dead or alive
Rebel I escapes across the desert sand
leavin no footprints to trace
Keep a war face, in your place
Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks
I still shine in shady times

Yeah, yo
We livin just enough (livin just enough)
Just enough (in the ci-ty)
Just enough, for the ci-ty

Yo, in the jungle
I make moves like Iron Monkey
Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns
Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs
Know the science be my Goddess
The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence
And break the project silence, a vision
This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison
Before we’re all goners, now embrace the world
for the world war is ocean bomber
Visionary soldier comma
My code of honor, mind still start from the drama
Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror
Military chopper come gun down the slum
The outcome do or die Son it’s bound to come
Mentally aware I see truth within the square
The future’s here catch me on computer software
Warfare’s inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official
It’s a thirty-eight special, that steps through
Like Nat Turner create a spectacle
I may die in the scuffle but I’m takin forty devils

We livin just enough
Just enough
Just enough
For the ci-ty

Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu

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The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Written by bob welch.

Gonna stay out of new york
There’s something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There’s something there that bleeds me dry
It gets so bad that i stop breathin’
And then the sun don’t wanna shine

There’s something wrong with new york
It’s a prison without walls
No i won’t go back there
I just don’t like that place at all
You might call it sophistication
But i say time is runnin’ out

I won’t go back to new york
There’s a darkness all around
No, i just can’t handle it
You know that place is gettin’ me down
You can say it’s sophistication
But i say time is runnin’ out

The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That’s black?
Whattup god?
Aiyyo shorty got beef with that nigga? word?
*blam, blam blam* oh shit!!! yo!
Hold the fuck up

Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)
Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)
Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)
Fuckin with me, and mine
Murderous

[inspectah deck]
Check it, yo
The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city
The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy
My family stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
Label them my anus and the casualty’s home
It glows coffin, wu stormin like the light brigade
Ride the wave like frankie avalon
As i decipher aids crime pays
The law’s long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs
Before i bomb firearm
The chalm smoker, i hit the dread with a poster
He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
Composer was shook
I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke
Deep throat this murder i wrote
The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure
By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted dead or alive
Rebel i escapes across the desert sand
Leavin no footprints to trace
Keep a war face, in your place
Conceal the baby knives on the north breaks
I still shine in shady times

Yeah, yo
We livin just enough (livin just enough)
Just enough (in the ci-ty)
Just enough, for the ci-ty

Yo, in the jungle
I make moves like iron monkey
Plots to bump me off d.o.t. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns
Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs
Know the science be my goddess
The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence
And break the project silence, a vision
This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison
Before we’re all goners, now embrace the world
For the world war is ocean bomber
Visionary soldier comma
My code of honor, mind still start from the drama
Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror
Military chopper come gun down the slum
The outcome do or die son it’s bound to come
Mentally aware i see truth within the square
The future’s here catch me on computer software
Warfare’s inevitable, rebel i hold several government official
It’s a thirty-eight special, that steps through
Like nat turner create a spectacle
I may die in the scuffle but i’m takin forty devils

We livin just enough
Just enough
Just enough
For the ci-ty

Killa beez, sting mceeez, yeah, wu

The City (Letra)

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There’s the dirt in the skies of the city

Well they say the proximity warps their minds
‘til they’re shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city

Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh

I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it’s a pity

Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city

Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh

When i finally came
There’s some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty

Well they weren’t much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
It’s an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city

Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh

Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh

"i’d like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in key west, florida, where i spend a little bit of time. this particular friend of mine ran a bar in key west for a
Time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. our mayor’s name is captain tony tarascino, has a little place called captain
S saloon where we wrote a little song called last mango in paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."

The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

The city never sleeps,
I hear the people walk by when it’s late,
Sirens beat through my window cill,
I can’t close my eyes,
Don’t control what I’m into.

This town is alive,
With lights that blind keep me awake,
Put my hood up, unlace and tie,
The street fills my mind,
Don’t control what I’m into.

London calls me a stranger,
A traveller Ohoohohh,
This is now my home, My home,
Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
And I’m blazing on the street,
What I do isn’t upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.

The pavement is my friend,
It’ll take me where I need to go,
If I find it trips me up,
And puts me down,
This is not what I’m used to.

[Verse]
The shop across the road,
It fills my needs and keeps me company,
When I need it,
Voices beat through my walls,
I don’t think I’m gonna make it,
Past to-mor-roow.

London calls me a stranger,
A traveller Ohoohohh,
This is now my home, My home,
Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
And I’m blazing on the street,
What I do isn’t upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.

And my lungs hurt,
And my ears bled,
With the sounds of the city life,
Echoed in my head,
Do I need this, To keep me alive?
The traffic stops and starts but I,
Need to move alone.

London calls me a stranger,
This is now my home, home,

Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
And I’m blazing on the street,
What I do isn’t upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two. (2x)