This thing was being banged to death, even earlier this week as the Phils stared down the short end of a daunting 3-1 series. Having recently transplanted to Philadelphia, where I watched the newly-appointed NLCS championship Phillies wait patiently to face the Yanks in the World Series, it became pretty clear that there wasn't a fucking chance I'd ever hear "Empire State of Mind" again in 2009 anywhere outside of regionally-insensitive corporate radio or hackneyed Philly-centric "remixes".īut oddly enough, there it was: at the bank and the corner store, pumping out of car windows on just about every block. A big, blustery scream-it-out-the-top-of-the-limo track, "Empire" checks most of the Boisterous Big Apple Anthem boxes, in the tradition of now-classics like Rakim's "New York (Ya Out There?)".
Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).The minute Mariano Rivera closed out the ninth inning against the Angels to win the Yankees a 40th ALCS pennant, it went without saying that New York had already found its World Series theme song in "Empire State of Mind", one of a precious few highlights on Jay-Z's mostly half-baked The Blueprint 3. 3.Empire State Of Mind 4.Jockin' Jay-Z5.On To The Next One 6.Reminder7.So Ambitious 8.Thank You9.Venus Vs.
Get the embed code Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (Deluxe Version) Album Lyrics1.D.O.A. Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah, yeah, Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust outĮverybody ride her, just like a bus routeĪnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endĬame here for school, graduated to the high lifeīall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, EveĬaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleĮnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backįor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to actĮight million stories, out there in it nakedĬity is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockĪfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughīut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkĬatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game These streets will make you feel brand new Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Pull me back to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.Ĭatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem,Īll of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, I'm the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca