(H)LA

LA is a desert, a city built on sand
The money's a mirage, what you got in your garage?
Street parking

He thought he could rent, he could rent until he owned
But he couldn't get a loan now he's drinking all alone
Whiskey neat

The ruling elite all live behind a gate
All safe and secure in a luxury police-state
Bel Air

Time is of the essence, might not have any left
Got our whole lives ahead of us, we say with our last breath
Don't ya know
Yeahh don't ya kn-

LA IS A DESERT A CITY BUILT ON SAND
THE MONEY'S A MIRAGE WHAT YOU GOT IN YOUR GARAGE, STREET PARKING

NEW YORK IS MY CITY, THE SUBWAY IS MY HOME
LIFE IS A CASINO, OXYGEN AND NO WINDOWS
GAMBLING

THE LAST GENE-

THE LAST GENERATION SWORE THE MEEK WOULD INHERIT
LEFT THE WORLD EXTINCT BUT THEY CALL US THE TERRORISTS, YA AMAR

TOXIC CITY