Coup d'etat Lyrics

Strolling south Broadway on a summer afternoon

Me and Nelly chiba fresh off of work, smoking boom

He was a true Buddha monk by definition of the term

That could huff so much Dutch he would straighten out ya perm

I got the 40 in a bag, stogie take a drag

Blue boys storm the the block, bogies getting nabbed

Cause last week, a stupid tourist got himself stabbed

And the mayor knows it's bad business with the body bags

So I swag to the corner, pavement hotter than lava

The only relief in sight is the dude selling Piraguas

Dame dos cocos, my man, you keep the change

Spitting rhymes in my head to any music in range

That's when some dude in a fake Jamaican accent started rapping

All up in my face like he wanna make it happen

So I gathered two solid lines that straight clapped'em and slapped em

Embarrassed him in front of the crowd that started laughing

Crashing Union Square, lamping on the benches

Waiting on the rest of the crew, holding down the trenches

Meanwhile, scoping ladies through my inebriated fog

Yeah, I'm putting out that rhythm like a hip hop James Bond

Catch a pretty smile or maybe a wink and a name

Promising that she'll be more than another link in the chain

Like when I tell myself this is the last drink to my brain

Moving in slow motion till the skies open with rain

This is for the city that taught me to survive

For better or for worse

Against the world

I keep it do or die in

My heart

My veins

My soul

My brain

My thoughts

My claims

My words

My name

My name, my name is, my name is

Catch the sunset riding between subway cars

Looking for glimpses of beauty in a landscape playing hard

Sparks from the tracks flash gorgeous in the evening

Kids play in streets below and the manholes be steamin

Dreaming of a world beyond this one

Where I get paid for records made and my artistic vision

Listen closely to the rhythm of the MTA

While the deaf dumb and blind waste their time in an Empty cage

Swaying through my fellow passengers like a silver back

While fly females know they fly and stay tilted back

Bop my way out the station and up to 6th Ave

By the ball courts, appreciate the players talking trash

It's Friday night in Gotham, anything can happen

And it usually does cause this naked city thrives on action

Snapping to the instrumental on my headphones

Coming down from babazee and being in the dead zone

Sinking deep into the urban jambalaya

And every car driving by got Flex on the air playing fire

Bust out my fat black out on 8th st/ my tag's required

These big apple vibes will always keep me inspired

This is for the city that taught me to survive

For better or for worse

Against the world

I keep it do or die in

My heart

My veins

My soul

My brain

My thoughts

My claims

My words

My name

My name, my name is, my name is Nick Marvalous