Streets

Lyrics for Streets

Yeah That shit hard I said My cranium is vibranium My brain is uranium and titanium .45S, who aimin' 'em? Organize the stadium, tell 'em Take cover, I warned you not to play with 'em Them borderline war crimes, you got away with 'em Who came to save the day and brought the K with him? Tariq the people's champ from the equal team Tryna keep it clean, long as all my people solid deen I been in the music scene long as Allen Leeds Makin' salaries, still accumulatin' calories Demonstratin' how to breathe, Senegalese, Genovese I been a reason to freeze, reek Gs in a league On my own gettin' cheese, I will hurt Hercules I will murk most MCs, I'm the last one to show up The first one to leave the crime scene, the obscene Salaam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme The stick-to-the-grind gene, to hell with the hygiene It's a dirty bomb, word to 7/30 time Disaster level 9/11 meets 11/9 Catastrophe beyond incredible, I redefine The seventh sign, faster, scarier, mass hysteria From Damascus, Syria to Middle America School cafeterias and cul-de-sacs I told you that the boss is back Know what I'm sayin'? In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets, it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time Yo, omertà code meets the Hippocratic Oath Observin' this whole circus from a diplomatic post My word in this whole purpose, a cinematic scope The Earth and its whole surface, I consider that as toast Save us, Sammy Davis, Belafonte, Quincy Jones Mahatma Gandhi, James Baldwin, Jesse Owens Runnin' from a cop car, me and Akbar I changed from a rock boy to a rockstar Hijack the elevator to the top floor I'm takin' everything that's left like a southpaw Crash and burn or learn through osmosis And watch the word spread like tuberculosis I took a snapshot, but it hurt to post it I had a black thought and they called it wokeness Overdoses, water bugs and roaches .40 Cals in holsters, all halal and kosher Twenty thousand jokers, one ain't playin' I'm Claude Brown, man-child in a promised land In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets, it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time