Newburgh

[Intro] (Yeah!) (Check the mic!) (Yo, the city of Newburgh never sleeps, mother fucker!) (Check it, look...) [Verse 1: Voice One] Ayo, the Newburgh is fucking cold, the shadows are deep Broadway is where crackheads play In the city on third Street where the legends don't sleep bitch Chilling on the rooftop’s smoking and drinking , the rhythm is raw Survivin' the pressure, the hustle and the flow selling weed on the side with boy Vinny Chilling on the Streets Turnin' the struggle into lyrical gain From grand Street basement tapes to the bright neon lights smoking blunts playing grand theft auto 3 on the PlayStation 2 chilling in Squier Village, drinking liquor hopping cabs smoking purple haze Keepin' shit real through the long summer nights listening to gun shots pop pop [Verse 2: Voice Two] Yo, son, watch the tempo, the beat is a ghost (Shh!) working at brick Street deli buying hot shit from crackheads From the riverside mother fucker to the whole East Coast Dust off the Glock , find the loop that stays true late nights chilling on first and Lander drinking 40 ounces of old E smoking bomb ass weed with my boy bug In the heart of the borough , shit we’re comin' for you (Right there!) The flow is a fucking furnace, the words are the steam Wakin' the world from a shity digital dream We buildin' an empire from a single cracked mic The underground sound that the real heads like pop pop [Chorus] Shit Elevate the mind, smoking blunts keep the vision in sight (Move it!) Ignite the flame in the dead of the night No lookin' back, put your feet on the street We’re fucking chasin' the rhythm and findin' the beat Elevate the mind, keep the vision in sight Newburgh is ours under gravity’s light [Verse 3: Voice One] Aight, the booth is a sanctum, the ink is the blood (Boom!) Fucking Risin' above from the grit and the mud Decipher the code, let the message unfold A story of silver, a story of gold Shit Now stand on the corner, of south let the boom-bap play The echo of giants won’t fade away We vanish in the static, a spark in the town Keepin' the crown and never backin' down [Verse 4: Voice Two] Yo, count every blessing while we walk south street through the storm we spit the fire and the passion is warm The legacy’s built on the strength of the sound Resonance heavy, it shakes the whole ground smoking weed Hide out in the studio till the morning is gold This is how the story of the Newburgh gets told [Outro: Both Voices] (Voice Two) Rhythm in the distance, time to own the scene! (Voice One) Stay in the shadows, keep the vision clean! (Voice Two) Through the maze of the city, we’re gone like a ghost! Pop pop (Voice One) Just another legend on the East Coast... pop pop (Fade out) [Vinyl scratch] [End]