Brano rap in stile East Coast che racconta la nascita e l’evoluzione di New York, dalle terre dei Lenape fino alla metropoli moderna. Con un flow incisivo e un racconto visivo, il testo attraversa quattro secoli di storia: dagli olandesi e gli inglesi agli immigrati che hanno costruito la “Grande Mela”. Il ritmo deciso e le liriche evocano il cuore pulsante della città — ambizione, lotta e rinascita. "Empire Dreams" è un omaggio alla città che non dorme mai, simbolo di coraggio, diversità e del sogno di chi non smette mai di provarci.
Yeah… East side, skyline rise,
Four centuries deep, history never dies.
New York—ain’t just a name on a map,
It’s the dream, the hustle, the ultimate trap.
Before the concrete, before the steel,
Lenape people livin’ life for real.
Hudson flowin’, huntin’, farmin’, free,
Till Verrazzano came sailin’ from across the sea.
Then Hudson roll up in sixteen-o-nine,
Dutch got plans, start drawin’ the line.
Twenty-four dollars, they buy that land,
Manhattan born with a merchant’s hand.
From Lenape land to the Big Apple streets,
Where every dream rise and every story meets.
Skyscrapers reach where the eagles sleep,
New York born to hustle, grind, and keep.
Nieuw Amsterdam, built on trade,
Fur and ships, the Dutch got paid.
Then the Brits rolled in, changed the game,
Call it New York, gave the Duke that name.
Revolution spark, freedom ignite,
First U.S. capital, city of light.
Columbia born where the minds take flight,
This city don’t rest, it fight all night.
From Lenape land to the Big Apple streets,
Where every dream rise and every story meets.
Skyscrapers reach where the eagles sleep,
New York born to hustle, grind, and keep.
Immigrants came, packed on the ship,
Chasin’ that hope, that American script.
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens unite,
Five boroughs deep, one pulse, one fight.
From Woolworth climbin’ to the Empire’s flame,
To the skyline crown, we remember the name.
“Big Apple” born from a racetrack slang,
Jazz cats flipped it, let that rhythm bang.
Seventies rise, city reborn,
From struggle to shine, from night to morn.
Diversity live in every block,
Different tongues but the same heart knock.
From Harlem beats to Wall Street grind,
New York vision redefine mankind.
From Lenape land to the Big Apple streets,
Where every dream rise and every story meets.
Skyscrapers reach where the eagles sleep,
New York born to hustle, grind, and keep.
Four hundred years, still on the climb,
New York timeless, outlastin’ time.
It’s more than a city—it’s destiny,
The place where the world learn liberty.
