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"