Rome

The city never sleeps, cause everybody’s sniffing coke
Entertainment’s slipping up and down on the strippers pole
The city’s far from cheap, so get the fuck out if you’re broke
They ain’t fighting poverty, they declared a war on the poor
And, who’s coming out up on top, you reckon
When gentrification’s such a powerful weapon
Get the steppin ghettos burning the hours are ticking away
24 a day, a hundred lives a second
They got people competitive, running the race
I see the people afraid to live, what a disgrace
They put a literal or figurative gun in your face
When singing something gotta give, need more money to waste
They cock, load, aim it steadily
Rock, roll the game is deadly
Somebody please tell the world, the race is lost all ready
Put it in reverse and break north already

When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love man I’m through with the romance
See the blood on my hands and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Many roam they have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Signed and sealed the devious G's
When in Rome, bun down Rome

[Supreme]
My nose i numb in vice city
We hungry for more pretty, little
Fun, with her titties out
Some of us figured out
Who wants an inconvenient truth
We’re you can get a Cadillac coup
A six pack on the stoop a highspeed
Connection and a white line fever
Sneaker collection, look at my Adidas
We don’t worry much, man, we like that reefer
Don’t matter much if our lives is dictated by Ceasar
I got the game on a big screen
Accompanied by Jack or Jim Bean
Unless I finish up my sixteen
You call it ignorant, I call it distracted
Yeah, put out my cigarette and throw out the ashes
Hate that I learned to love this sickness, since I was born
That’s what my teacher called the Stockholm Syndrome
But I’m addicted, and I’m heading out the door
Man, you get the picture, can’t stand being bored
I want more, I want more

Let’s go, now
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Sign and sealed the devious G's
When in Rome, bun down Rome

[Promoe]
A symphony of cars keep playing their horns
To accompany the never ending roar outside my door
Where the long arm of the law
Banging its drumsticks the young kids are in an uproar

[Supreme]
Ha, now, that’s the rhythm of the inner city
Gun shot a loud, scream another victim of no pity
And we can split the profit fifty-fifty
Ain’t no way to go against the flow, it’s better getting with it

[Promoe]
But the artories is congested in Metropolis
We’re the zombie’s peeking out through the cracks in their sarcophagus
And corporate vandals invade public space
If you want to contribute, better cover your face

[Supreme]
Cause they got you on camera, but no one care any more
We gotta give them our rights to fight this unholy war on terror
So we all hummin along
That of key melody that familiar song
Like..

[Promoe]
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Sign and sealed the devious G's