In The City

[Verse One] I live in a place where the real hip hop gets drowned out And kids don't know whether they live midwest or down south Where the projects resemble a town house not a tenement Where there's no gun laws and everybody got a weapon with Rappers like to wild out to their own detriment But turn bitch when the fan get hits by the excrement Say they keep it real but the truth they really stretching it Thug impressionist fake is what my first impression is But some of them, will stop your heartbeat indefinite So cops say we stressing kids from Broadway to Brecken Ridge Derby time come the whole all festered with Girls in tight dresses just showing off their breast to kids No matter how bad the weather is Cats be on the strip sipping on their favorite alcoholic beverages You better stand your grown kid keep your leverages Shit it's getting mad stressed I need a sedative [Scratch Hook] "Yo Louisville" - Black Moon 'Come Get Some' "Ya out there?" "That's the way it goes" - Fat Joe 'Envy' "In the city" - Juice "Yo, here my name in these streets is like whoa" - Black Rob 'Whoa' "Representing" "Cause Louisville packs the biscuit" - Smif N Wessun 'Sound Bwoy Burial' "L.O.U." - Black Moon 'Come Get Some' "Ya out there?" "That's the way it goes" "In the city" "Yo, here my name in these streets is like whoa" "It's about to go down" - Jay-Z 'I Just Wanna Love U' [Verse Two] I live in a place that's still searching for it's own sound And the hardest place to make it is your hometown Where every radio station is owned by the same company Other parts of the country determine just what we bumping we Never get rotated or located Man this whole state is so played if they do play it it's so dated I live in a place where the average smile is gold plated Where it costs twenty bucks just to get your skull faded Where the hot girls are bow legged And chicken heads with wild hair styles get their toes painted And made the velvet rose famous And young guns be handling rocks Where they wear wife beaters and sandals with socks And at any age, cats be packing hammers and Glocks Where even if there's a drought they'll manage to cop Where the gun fire's real you don't imagine the shots Yo it's Louisville Kentucky, let's examine the spot [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: J-Lil] I've always been told that home is where your heart is And if that's so, my town's an orphanage for lost kids Cause my city's full of heartless pigs Who empty cartridges into cars and cribs, just starting shit I'm from a place where the streets is taking hostages Holding souls for ransom until we all are his' And lots of kids be claiming they popping Cris' When they barely got a pot to piss and it's obvious They contradict just to be prominent Thinking they all knowing when they lacking common sense And the future in this game seems to be ominous Cause we couldn't see eye to eye if y'all was optometrists When every kid in every neighborhood say that they rap But they lack the skills to put our state on the map So I come up with new styles that will enable cats To give their dogs food for thought instead of the table scraps [Scratch Hook] "502 heads" "Got to holla at the home" - Heather B 'Live MC' "Putting work on these streets" "Back in Louisville"