Saccharine Monarch

很歡樂的繼續追CSI NY的劇集，Mac還是亂帥一把的（大心）
不過這邊主要是講第五季六集開頭一首非常棒的Rap Rockˇ



Kevin Rudolf在他的專輯中收錄的N.Y.C。
街頭風很對胃口，歌詞也頗有意思ˇ
於是推薦聽聽看並想像下那其中的NY形象，個人感覺超適合這部影集XDDD












In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K. to the Bronx
and it's the fortunate one, who dies


New York, we ready!


He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo)
A few blocks for those who don't know (ohh)
Down the hall
punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun


Coz in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he is the bomb,
from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one who dies


He was NY's talk of the town
Heard out to the LI sound (okay)
He started datin models and he figured it out
He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out
Qualified sex machine
No better than a vowed fiend
She wanted a ride to the upper east side
but he dropped her ass off in queens


Coz in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy would play his guitar
like he was ready for war
(You ready, K?)
(It's your man Nas here)
And then he'd lift up his voice to the
Sky
(Take it straight through New York City)


Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
I'm thought of highly, shopping Louie, Gianni
Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?
City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
The illest city on the planet
Towers came down, Wall Street barely standing
We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It's just generations of style
to get five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
This isn't my style,
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down
Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Then it's a loud fool,
fifty-third street, right near the Hilton
I'm fighting the feeling I had
when I was lighting up buildings
Now I'm writin for millions of listeners
Critics who just don't get it
They try dissing us,
New York full of kings and queens,
all the rest just mimic us


Coz in the city of dreams
you get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy would play his guitar
like he was ready for war
And then he'd lift up his voice to the
Sky