LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song

Where are the bright colors

The streets are empty hallways

The city's vertical

I'm breaking my neck

In my spiral notebook

I write, poorly inspired

I wanna flee the gunfire

For the beaches of Nosy Be

I look at the skyline

The reflections in the river

Next time, fire

Me, I grew up in the mess

Still the rage inside me

Like when I was fifteen

Since then, water's flowed

Facing Queensbridge

Fists in my pockets

Head under the hood

My brain's grinding

My rhymes in the satchel

This city's like a fruit

A crazy dare, a flick

And my ego seems to leak

Through its smoking manholes

I loop my bootlegs

C'mon buddy, pass the bottle

I loop my bootlegs

And in the night drifts

A bit of Wu-Tang

And in this NYC city

Sitting in the back of a taxi

All these skyscrapers, a treetop forest

All these lights to infinity

Rise from threatening abysses

Like billions of galaxies

A Midnight Baron drives me

Toward this thickening night

The chill of autopsy rooms

The comfort of quiet suburbs

A homeless guy pushing his cart

The alleys of Little Italy

A body beaten by the cops

A sleep that's cousin to death

This city never rests

Suddenly bursts from my pen