[Intro: Killer Mike]
I gotta get out of here, this city’s gonna kill me
Could be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I wonder how long before this shit gone take me under
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Moving through New York City in a black seven fifty
Like Batman movin' through Gotham
Dodging pot holes as I gently move
Through Harlem with my wheels on slalom
Pain in my eyes as I'm passing the place
Where they found Sean Bell and they shot him (Queens)
Forty one times, he committed no crime
But I guess life ain't Times Square
But in the city that’s gritty where the bottom lives shitty
And the mayor’s a billionaire
You learn Manhattan keep on making it and Brooklyn, keep on taking it
Cause life just ain't that fair
For the kids in the park, watching out for the Narcs
Blowing Sour Diesel in the air
Tryin' to flip them a pack, stack up a couple racks
And make it the hell outta here… (New York)
[Chorus: Emily Panic]
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many ghosts in this town
I can hear them calling out to me (Out to me, out to me)
I can hear them calling out
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many ghosts in this town
I can hear them calling out to me (Out to me, out to me)
I can hear them calling out
I gotta get out of here, this city’s gonna kill me
Could be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I wonder how long before this shit gone take me under
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Moving through New York City in a black seven fifty
Like Batman movin' through Gotham
Dodging pot holes as I gently move
Through Harlem with my wheels on slalom
Pain in my eyes as I'm passing the place
Where they found Sean Bell and they shot him (Queens)
Forty one times, he committed no crime
But I guess life ain't Times Square
But in the city that’s gritty where the bottom lives shitty
And the mayor’s a billionaire
You learn Manhattan keep on making it and Brooklyn, keep on taking it
Cause life just ain't that fair
For the kids in the park, watching out for the Narcs
Blowing Sour Diesel in the air
Tryin' to flip them a pack, stack up a couple racks
And make it the hell outta here… (New York)
[Chorus: Emily Panic]
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many ghosts in this town
I can hear them calling out to me (Out to me, out to me)
I can hear them calling out
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many ghosts in this town
I can hear them calling out to me (Out to me, out to me)
I can hear them calling out
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