Street Smartz

Street Smartz - Metal Thangz songtekst

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[O.C.]
 Yo  unfold remarkable soul  cold blooded
 bleedin icicles  equivalent to North Pole
 Roll El Producto style  buddha mindstate
 but I don't smoke weed to proceed  follow my lead
 I Rock well when Somebody's Watchin Me  rhymes fine
 like Denzel  havin shorties all jockin me
 My poetry paintin pictures  call me Picasso
 Not so fast, put your microphone back in the stash
 When I'm through foes with hoes, take what fits
 You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold
 Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me
 like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's, rest assured
 When I be on the mic, WAR, holdin the goods
 like you buyin in the surplus store
 You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O
 I'm smooth like a harp you, nothin but a banjo
 So advance yo' tech-nine style, flipped off
 Run into the likes of a Mongol slave
 Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now
 At the corner of the century, I'm the enchanted child
 Fuck That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off
 we bust back strapped ready for war

 Chorus: Street Smartz

 You when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing
 cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz
 just to settle thangz
 (repeat 2X)

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question
 See I was raised in the ill drug section
 and that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore...
 shit, I swore on my father's grave
 I make slaves of niggaz who played brave
 I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement
 and my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices
 that slices, the first emcee who thinks they are the nicest
 My advice is to you, think twice
 The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ I am the Pharoahe
 The road I'm on is kind of narrow
 Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go
 But these scriptures are sculptures, to prove to dead rappers
 Words hover above like vultures
 I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots
 from the hate that white invited
 Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme
 watch the, minister climb up up, fillin in the atmosphere
 like canibus and if it's activatin me believe I'm captivatin heat
 plus I'm decapitatin three MC's with my axe like thoraxes
 Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what..

 Chorus

 [Street Smartz]
 Niggaz you better watch your back
 It takes concentration and confrontation
 So fuck conversatin and contemplatin
 Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel
 cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L
 These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here
 My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care
 Check my credentials, with pen and pencils, or instrumentals
 I make your mental, experimental
 Don't be actin cock-a-mamey cause niggaz on my block is crazy
 Talkin that rap shit, you couldn't even rock a baby
 Bitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?)
 cause that's just more than trifle
 I'm sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle
 My mind changes when the time changes
 An MC that ain't sayin shit might as well be rappin in sign language
 I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye
 Start stompin guys, have em screamin, "Let's compromise!"
 And love a fly brawl so why stall
 Keep lookin at me I'ma spray some Lysol in your eyeball...
 Street Smartz... affiliation

 Chorus 2X
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Taal: Engels

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