Dallas ( /ˈdæləs/) is the third-largest city in the state of Texas and the ninth-largest in the United States. The Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex is the largest metropolitan area in the South and fourth-largest metropolitan area in the United States. Divided between Collin, Dallas, Denton, Kaufman, and Rockwall counties, the city had a population of 1,197,816 in 2010, according to the United States Census Bureau.
The city is the largest economic center of the 12-county Dallas–Fort Worth–Arlington metropolitan area (the DFW MSA) that according to the March 2010 U.S. Census Bureau release, had a population of 6,371,773. The metroplex economy is the sixth largest in the United States, with a 2010 gross metropolitan product of $374 billion.
Dallas was founded in 1841 and was formally incorporated as a city in February 1856. The city's economy is primarily based on banking, commerce, telecommunications, computer technology, energy, healthcare and medical research, transportation and logistics. The city is home to the third largest concentration of Fortune 500 companies in the nation. Located in North Texas and a major city in the American South, Dallas is the main core of the largest inland metropolitan area in the United States that lacks any navigable link to the sea.
Another day, another point of view:
Two friends no longer get along.
I haven't changed, so what happened to you?
The attitude you had is gone;
Say things but don't know what they mean --
You lie.
You values all come from magazines
You should try to think for yourself
It's really sad to see what you've become
I still believe what I believe
We used to rock when we were young
Two upstarts in the hardcore scene
Never regret.
East coast, mother fucker
How soon you forget
To think for yourself
Another wasted day
That you've let slip away
We're losing time
Eight years have come and gone
You think your work is done
But I'm trying
Your bullshit trip is out of control
It's all wrong
You're digging yourself into a hole
From now on
Intro/Chorus:
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"It's like that y'all, you don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"
Verse One: Dray, Books
Higgity-hey hun, check out the way I friggity-freak the track, umm
I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm
wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy
I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, I'll take you *?mundy?*
Yes it's I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos I'm rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol
and sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu
I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo I'm out but "I'LL BE BACK" like Schwarzenegger
Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me
The bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy
double O-K-iggity S, I'm slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick
Aw shit, I'm swingin it from the East Coast, sure
I don't surf, but got more props than Pop Smurf
Who? Me, yep, look at the way I'm slingin it to ya poppy
I riggity rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opi
But when speakin upon myself, I stays private like Benjamin
Honey, I'll knock the boots and if you're tough I'll knock the Timberland's
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock
I'm shod-dy, I'm swingin it like a San Diego Padre
Brooklyn's in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*
I don't need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
I'm sinkin ya battleships just ask Professor or the Skipper
and downnnnnnnn
Chorus
Interlude: (*Das EFX giving shoutouts to other East Coast rappers*)
Verse Two: Dray, Books
Yo I'm back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin blocks off, sonny
Yep I rock like the Stones cos I'm rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport cos I'm short like Barney Rubble
Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, I goes berserk
when I flex like Popeye, I fight like Cap' Kirk
So bozo, I'm knockin em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper
The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar
I'm comin like the Red Coats to toast an MC Hammer
So jumpin jahosa, that's yesiree
The Books-in-reverse kicks a verse......
......like, aah, BBD
I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it
with slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, I slaps lips
like lipstick, I'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles
then I'll giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-Hallelujah to-to-dabber-day I'll do ya
I'm the baddest, got more fans than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to Dallas
He's the Don, have you seen my grey poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than Cheech and Chong
We can do this, I kiggity-can't lose like Martha Lewis
Get the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is
Goddamn, I'm sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock
Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?
Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's
and downnnnnnnnnnnn
Chorus: (x8)
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
Another day, another point of view:
Two friends no longer get along.
I haven't changed, so what happened to you?
The attitude you had is gone;
Say things but don't know what they mean --
You lie.
You values all come from magazines
You should try to think for yourself
It's really sad to see what you've become
I still believe what I believe
We used to rock when we were young
Two upstarts in the hardcore scene
Never regret.
East coast, mother fucker
How soon you forget
To think for yourself
Another wasted day
That you've let slip away
We're losing time
Eight years have come and gone
You think your work is done
But I'm trying
Your bullshit trip is out of control
It's all wrong
You're digging yourself into a hole
From now on
And I wish we could go to the east coast And watch the sun rise high And start again with your hand in mine Just like our first time Just like our first time Did you ever consider the way That I'd feel about you in three more years And did you ever imagine the way it'd be When I finally said that I'm sorry Cause the ocean's so much clearer On the other side of Florida And the Atlantic's such a deep dark blue That can cover what I've done to you So don't say a word and no don't even touch me 'Cause one blink from your right eye Sends shivers down my spine And I can't explain the way you make me feel Because it's still the same after all these years Where no one else can make you happy No one else but me And no one else will hear your laughter No one else but me... And you
I remember the time When everything was all different We didn't really know each other then I didn't know how much you made me so I guess it was all pretend when You decided you're those all are different things. I don't think that it was all that bad. Especially that time in Princeton was nice. Then we pretend to be so close Now we wait Try not to be not so different Than we have in the past You made me so but I don't know To everything I'll hope again. I never wanna be not so here. I never wanna be not so here again.