Artist: Dujeous Album: City Limits Song: City Limits Typed by: hometmp@hfmus.com Verse 1: Mas D I watch it go by Hella planes and copters fly round As I ride these roads With the know-how to negotiate Shi'ites, Jews for Jesus, Hindu and what have you Toast with some slang that will grab you Talkin' bout the space between buses Middle of 5th, riding the line Dotted type of hustle I used to Motorola flex muscle Sack full of chronic green on the payphone cussin' Verse 2: Mojo Spanish Harlem bred and born Ahead of the form I'm deadin' the norm Love the city til I'm dead and gone, torn Between parks and rivers and rap songs Latch on to that New York shit and buckle your straps on Yankee caps on We like the Mets too But watch out for them jersey-rocking cats They might arrest you We get the stress too That's just the daily Fuckin' with them suckas that's treating you unfairly, really David Dinkins never rocked fishnets What up with rowdy red-nosed reindeer with wristlets Disguised handcuffs Bob said get up, stand up And if you from New York then throw your hands up (come on) You can't duck the city that don't sleep Big, bad wolf style Even little Bo Peeps hold heat Hold seats for the last car tenants You can count sheep after we reach the city limits Verse 3: Rheturik Much more than amazing A constant state of rehabilitation Build it, tear it down Build it up back again Higher and harder Flyer and smarter People sleep in the park While those with ends make their periodic silent departures And their kids train corporate in tunnels of shark convents While the less fortunate trip over tales of the dark marksman It ain't their fault, they only know what they're shown Ignorance is a disease and the pandemic is full-blown The school of hard knocks is academic Those that graduate hard rocks and get up in it Time to time end up winning It's justifiable When survival's minute-by-minute In the back of their minds Killin' their brothers must feel like sinning though But does it really When the only reason that guns is bustin' Feeds a family of four And reads, "In God we trust" To see this, you don't need a ticket The feature presentation is life locked within the city limits Mas D: Verse 4 I find the footholds in the firmament Gravel and granite Watch the war waged on the front page Pulse of panic I talk to the towers to test your tympanic Outweigh the nay-sayers in this melee of manics Muster up my madness and attack it Street teams ain't the place for players Who can't hack it I was young when I stole the code I had to crack it With no regards for what the limits were So now I sound from the center as I pound the perimeter