Gil Scott-Heron ft. Mos Def - New York Is Killing Me | Текст песни

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• New York Is Killing Me

Gil Scott-Heron
Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me,
Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know
That New York is killing me
Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee

Nas
New York is fast, how do I compare
It's 24 frames in every second of a movie
Can't see frame change but it's always moving
Characters, tourists, travellers and Arabs cook Halal food
It's foul moods on the average
Hood battlers, half-cyphers, tight spitting, spazzing
Noticing black asses on white women
Village Voices I heard around Strivers' Row
Next to where Calloway once sang, 'Heide Ho'
Welcome to the side-show where many eyes are low
Posted up Daily News travel round by the low

Gil Scott-Heron
let me tell ya fast city ain't living all
it's cracked up to be
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Yes seem I need to go home
and slow down in Jackson, Tennessee

Nas
And the gangs in New York are like wolves in sheep clothing
Navy men off the ships in sidewalks strolling
Ladies watching shopping stressing hard
With maxed out credit cards and her depressing job
Grey skies, anekatips winter's cold
US Open Tennis, charity dinners for the rich and old
Giving nothing to the poor to strengthen their soul
I can see why some get up and go, and move where it's slow

Gil Scott-Heron
Lord have mercy, mercy on me
yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Till him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennesee
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Yeah I need to be back home, need to be back home,
need to be back home, need to be back home yeaaah
Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee
yeah I Born in Chicago but I ...