In the laboratory, a ceiling of a hallway full of neon’s lines, many great samplers machines on walls, the lights reflects on a bed, with a dead body layin’ on, plugged by RCA cables to a Roger Lynn/Akai MPC 60. The patient presented several symptoms: eardrums burst, brain damaged, blurred vision, a...
[Intro]
Azaia on the tracks
Ya we never come whack
Re-Animation
Marvel Records
Let's Go!
[Verse 1: John Robinson]
I hate to say it but Crime is the soul of the city
Controllin the city
From paris to NYC, it's all gritty
When things get shifty
You can feel a heartbeat in your pulse
Cause most to squeezin the toast
Violence in the ghettos of the world
Sirens of the ambulance
I knew she'd never stand a chance
Silence is a soul in the still peace
We trapped in the belly?
Yeah, this is a real beast
No strangers to pain and anguish
From countless angles, to stories untangled
Left mangled
Really physical, Mostly mental
Ego in my pocket, most humble keystrokes i send you
Essential is the vision of greatness
To see all evil before it manifests itself and shapeshift
We made this from thief in the night to come share it
The soul of the city lives on in spirits y'all
[Hook]
I hate to say it but, Crime is the soul of the city
Controllin the city
From Paris to NYC, it's all gritty
When things get shifty, Look deep inside yourself Y'all
I hate to say it but crime is the soul of the city
Controllin the City
From Paris to NYC, it's all gritty
When things get shifty
Look deep inside yourself, inside yourself
[Verse 2]
It's like melodies, we build up
Real stuff, most notorious ghettos, mega hood, real rough
Future revolutionaries being fed the wrong food
No guidance, by supplyin them with everything but truth
From inside them
The lies go deeper than the eyes of the beholder
We're all connected to the supreme the all knower
No stories get left untold, we bless they souls
For now, but really for later, crack the code
Ancient mysteries, and the secrets that are sacred
From poverty stricken victims who got stripped naked
For they culture, languages, and self respect
Then thrown inside the prisons of ghetto U.S
And 85% still left dumb, 10% sow the essence
We represent that 5 left son, the original man from pangea
The land see-er,you can feel the city breath intense ether
It gets much deeper
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yo, theres a war goin on outside
While consiracy dwells inside
Propoganda paintin pictures on your mind again
Some brothers hold the world in they hand
Some hold Heinaken
Spit poison for the seeds and they vines again
But im not hatin on the next
Im here to address
Different views that express myself
In these oppressed, times
A wicked designs, and political crimes
Front page new york times, read between the lines
It's war what is it good for..?
Absolutely nothin, false assumptions
And weapons of mass destruction
Cost lives
I'm speaking for both sides
We lost Lives
Word up, We will Survive
[Hook]
[Sirens over an absolutely astounding instrumental]
City’s Flesh was produced by Azaïa.