Go back one score ten in time
When alphabet spelled violent crimes
and New Yoricans wrote their rhymes
And all the while inspired macks
Would isolate percussion tracks
They moved their lips and birthed the rap
(CHORUS)
Everybody’s talking too loud
Everybody’s working for someone
I don’t know why
Crime would sink but the rents would rise
ABC’s were gentrified
Destination riverside
Coffee house became coffee houses
Poverty became property
A culture clash reduced to ash and packaged as commodity
(CHORUS)
Everybody’s talking too loud
Everybody’s working for someone
I don’t know why
You can dress me up
But you cannot take me out

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