Gotham City

No doubt I'm in it to win it|Been makin moves since the womb|Solar strut, King Tut out the tomb|Hot begoons, try to pin me up to the boards|But I check the city thoughts on the album like George|Metropolis, no stoppin this, rock rockin this, pop lockin this like Benzil|Or that kid dat porensol use to chill with so dead as a misfit|Grip, the microphone I'm too legit to quit|I bit my style from angels on the night shift|Like who shines so dope but still gives|It just becomes a curse when evil height gets|Into the mental path, use to be arts and crafts now its shots and graphs|Math-matical, man's such a pity|When you switch up your dity, try to fool Gotham city||Is you with me, is you with me|Its fly or die so get live tonight|Can you feel the sick run the city?||Is you with me, is you with me|I said its fly or die so get live tonight|Or show love to your Gotham city||L.J.||Three boys in a car coastin|Three girls on the stars postin|Theres just one king and he don't wear wings|So lets stop the braggin and bostin||Its like|Three boys in a car coastin|Three girls on the stars postin|Theres just one king and he don't wear wings|So lets stop the braggin and bostin|