The Streets

Aw, yeah

Ayy

I can tell I know the drill like the back of my hand, aw, yeah

Mindset of the chess master

Mic check, better step backwards

Tape deck and two jacks like two blasters

Flow's too nasty, blues, jazz like new jack swing

Two tags, fuck blue 12 and fugazi (Who said this?)

ACAB, time has come, bitch no mercy

Wu-Tang and yellow bat on on my black jersey

I got bars, and I got verses, hit the rec' and I'm takin' off

This shit's floatin', shit's smokin', yeah

Fat bass, back in basics, hop in the big spaceship

Black hat and white kicks, I'm too wavy

Boom-bap, you're rookie, I'm old playa

One take like "aye-ooh", I rhyme cool

Make bitch say "I need Kool-Aid"

Fake acts have no clue how to drip like Ric Flair

Saint-P and U-city, crème brûlée, boo yeah

I got fuel in my blood, groove in my blood

Truth, I got juice in my blood

Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks

Bass 'round the clock, yeah, bet this shit slaps

Yeah, this is rap, who let your ass on the stage?

Fuel in my blood, groove in my blood

Truth, I got juice in my blood

Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks

Bass 'round the clock, yeah, bet this shit slaps

Yeah, this is rap, who let your ass on the stage?