The mountain feeds the shore
The bitch adores the whore
It’s ninety-nine degrees in the Cosmopolitan Nursery
Your life’s become a club
The guest list overrun
The feeling’s that it’s trite to romanticize your life
You know you're seeking a vision to fill the void
Your mind's a radar, but you're only picking up white noise
But every time you turn it on, you're the needle to the vinyl scratching on the street
And every time the city talks, you're the mobile mural pushing the heartbeat
So hey, don't say, you're better off with the trust fund zombie pity parade
‘Cause every time you turn it on
You're the light at the break of dawn waking me
And every time the camera is on
You're the scene they edit due to controversy
‘Cause they'll try and try and try to steal your beat
But that's the way the cradle rocks in the cosmopolitan nursery
You heard that the remedy is benign
It's the good word of the pedigree paradigm
Their heads are hot, their love is not
It's hot and swollen sacrifice to spread the rhyme
Doll, those rabbits are in your mind
We'll take them down
To the lions of dynamite
We'll take them 'round
To the point of hope
Their heads are hot, their love is not
It's hot and swollen sacrifice
We'll take them down
And the Harlem’s will rise and rise
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