New York Minute: accordi di
Nickodemus
Nickodemus

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Tonalità: Bb minor
Verse 1
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New York City,
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greatest city in the world.
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Understand.
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Things get hot in the New
York Minute.
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The lights go pop in the New
York Minute.
You can get shot in the New York Minute.
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Blow up a flip -flop in
the New York Minute.
Listen up to the story
about the New York Minute.
Natives are restless
in the city that never slumber.
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Prices going up and the jobs
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don't cover.
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Summertime protests,
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the government is buggin'
Payin' for three wars
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and they wanna start another
For more resources,
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why do people get nothin'?
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New York is on strike,
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everybody in the streets
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Straight huffin', puffin',
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down with the system
Cops on the circumference,
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trigger finger itchin'
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No room in the prisons,
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everywhere's tension
Terrorist bombs at Republican convention
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This record -breaking
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demonstration is huge
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Power to the people, we will not be moved
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The sun goes down, but none of us leave
Cops tell us to go home,
but we must proceed
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I saw the first -tier gas can soar
In the air just right before the
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lights went off
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Hey, lights off, mu sic on the chorus,
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party in the park,
breakers on all fours,
writers tag walls, who is,
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name right there, clear as air, get busy,
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dance floor, my crew are yours,
who wanna battle and
test the top score,
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that's right, it's high in the empire,
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needle to the sky, drugs produce fire,
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burn baby, burn up the disco,
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rage like a punk, oy -oh, let's go,
sound clash, loud microphones,
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or the in between is head and band,
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find his
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Wait a minute,
what happened to the sound?
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Blackout, no lights, time to get down
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Slow clap till the power come around
In a New York minute with
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bassist style
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While the city sleeps,
I'm reading WikiLeaks
Creating picket signs,
go ahead, demonstrate
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I'll meet you anywhere,
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warrior like O .G.'s Whole crowd chanting,
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no justice, no peace
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Bandana on my face,
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no subway on the move
Being brighter in my veins,
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discover all the truth
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Coming at you,
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swarming like a million bees
How does a Brazilian beat
show you what resilience means?
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Chug King, just delivered a
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brilliant speech
Sounded like Khalil Gibran's
dinner with villain police
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All the stu dents had my back,
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all the unions in the front
Peace signs in the air,
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boombox at the bump
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Batteries running on adrenaline
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Tennis is a Panerais, Lehman, Con Edison
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Empowered are the people,
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protest and pledge
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Don't push me,
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cause I'm close to the edge
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Aight, big apple green, a little bit of sweet
Lost everything, now I sleep in the streets
Sing underground,
while people wait for the deep
Train drop change,
so I can get me some eats
Strange, one moment I'm clean,
shame
Occupation my own,
I own a store, housing in green
Let me paint a picture, a scene,
with some rich, handsome cheats
Lights go dim,
darkness amongst men
When I'm drunk, thrust in,
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can of my dreams
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VCRs, TVs, recording machines
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Clothes I'll sell for real,
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but everything's free
Has strangers in pee,
my life savings fatigue
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Insurance bond waste
and I pay the receipts
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Now I proceed to seize,
and they saying it's greed
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Survival of the fittest,
and I'm fitting the deed
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These old crooks are a
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reflection of me
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Obama the president,
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pushed out my resident
Now I'm kinda hesitant
to ever vote again
Can't spot a friend
cause everybody got rights
On my way downtown,
got pulled over twice
Filled out a resume,
you ever been convicted?
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Yes I did, now I'm restricted
Can't rap forever,
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do you think there's a lover
that can brush me off?
Can't brush me off
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New York City home team,
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I rapped every month in the car
In the drawer I kept,
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lived right behind the stadium
We hit home runs,
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played with my brother,
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nigga, live on runs
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Wild cowboy is a hell of a find
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Stick with me, I throw a hell of a line
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Stick with me, cause I'm Ginuwine
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Stick with me, cause I'm Ginuwine

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