Jaeti - In the City Lyrics

I'm a comedian
But she didn't know it though
She said
Who do you think you are
I said, so and so
That's an exact quote
Ask me where
I learned to do the backstroke
In a public pool
Full of black folks
Please don't get your back broke
Hanging at the back drop
Gotta be about 100 ways
To stop and pop
Pop and lock
Pop my lock
You gone get that
Head chopped
Clean
To a scalp
From some dred locks
Fiend
Bust til they shell shocked
Fat meat's greasy
Plus hell's hot
Either you know or not
Edgemont
Til the killin stop
South end homie
Homie
Til the dealin stop
Park side
State
If it's real or not
Used to hang in LaSalle Hill a lot
Right turn
Two Shades
How about a Philly ma
Solid Gold
How about that killa pop
Never j-f-k
Wouldn't be caught dead
In a drop
In the city
Walking down the 8 Mile road
Walking and a talking with these 8 Mile, Cobras
Walking with my 8 Mile swag
Please
Could you
Put some more
Napkins in the bag
Pretty please
Feelin out the scene
Feelin out the scene
I got
Gunners on my team
On my team
Pray for me
You know you're alive
When you stay horney
But what to do
With this rocket fuel
Oh Lordy
Give it all time
That's what mama said
Give em all the nine
That's what drama said
Give that girl the pine
In the back of my head
I can hear it ringin
I can hear the mass choir singin
Let's go
Never been a star
But I been a comet
People will disappoint you
That's my only promise
Good Lord
I take it to the heart
Feelings get hurt
That's where the killing starts
Pain over pride
That's when the healing starts
Put it all together
Someone else take apart
In the city

I'm a comedian
But she didn't know it though
She said
Who do you think you are
I said, so and so
That's an exact quote
Ask me where
I learned to do the backstroke
In a public pool
Full of black folks
Please don't get your back broke
Hanging at the back drop
Gotta be about 100 ways
To stop and pop
Pop and lock
Pop my lock
You gone get that
Head chopped
Clean
To a scalp
From some dred locks
Fiend
Bust til they shell shocked
Fat meat's greasy
Plus hell's hot
Either you know or not
Edgemont
Til the killin stop
South end homie
Homie
Til the dealin stop
Park side
State
If it's real or not
Used to hang in LaSalle Hill a lot
Right turn
Two Shades
How about a Philly ma
Solid Gold
How about that killa pop
Never j-f-k
Wouldn't be caught dead
In a drop
In the city
Walking down the 8 Mile road
Walking and a talking with these 8 Mile, Cobras
Walking with my 8 Mile swag
Please
Could you
Put some more
Napkins in the bag
Pretty please
Feelin out the scene
Feelin out the scene
I got
Gunners on my team
On my team
Pray for me
You know you're alive
When you stay horney
But what to do
With this rocket fuel
Oh Lordy
Give it all time
That's what mama said
Give em all the nine
That's what drama said
Give that girl the pine
In the back of my head
I can hear it ringin
I can hear the mass choir singin
Let's go
Never been a star
But I been a comet
People will disappoint you
That's my only promise
Good Lord
I take it to the heart
Feelings get hurt
That's where the killing starts
Pain over pride
That's when the healing starts
Put it all together
Someone else take apart
In the city