Life Gets Brutal

This song is dedicated to the best Canadian band [Verse 1: Heems] I belong to the heart of the city The city is pretty but the stress gets shitty Better than the next man save me the pity Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty Or the Citgo, mami just get low If it's a hit though mami just let go Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanka Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though If it's a free kick, it's a free throw You know how he flow like Mark Price with free throws [Refrain] You belong, to the heart of the city Why you try to play me baby You belong, to the heart of the city Why you try to play me baby [Verse 2: Heems] I'm Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf I don't pledge allegiance I raise the roof, like Like does this roof need raising? Phylicia Rashad in the sun like a raisin These sound like porn because I'm whoring myself Stack for a verse, now I'm touring myself Yes, I'm fresh from Japan Call my connect and I pay him in yen Budapest, Bucharest to Budapest He who next, you a pest, stupid mess Stupid fresh, Hima best dressed He who do the text, I see through you like mesh Where we from, life gets brutal Bury our feelings in bottles of Brugal I'm been listening to Sisqo Remember when our friends use to wild out on Cisco [Refrain]