[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 painting 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, d*** made of gold
Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me
like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's, rest a**ured
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
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
f*** That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off
we bust back strapped ready for war
Chorus: Street Smartz
You when you hear this s*** 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 m*********** 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...
s***, I swore on my father's grave
I make slaves of n***** 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 s*** and I don't know which way to go
But these scriptures are sculptures, to prove to dead rappers
Words hover above like vultures
Vipers. I write the type of s*** to make n***** 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]
n***** you better watch your back
It takes concentration and confrontation
So f*** conversating and contemplating
Arms I'm braking, spinning babble well, like a carousel
cause new MC's parallel, especially when I have an L
These raps is meant to fear yo I'm a 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 c***-a-mamey cause n***** on my block is crazy
Talkin that rap s***, you couldn't even rock a baby
b**** I went out and bought a rifle (why?)
cause F is more than trifle
I'm sorta psycho like a r***** on a motorcycle
My mind changes when the time changes
An MC that ain't saying s*** might as well be rappin in sign language
I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye
Start stompin guys, have em screaming, "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
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 painting 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, d*** made of gold
Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me
like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's, rest a**ured
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
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
f*** That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off
we bust back strapped ready for war
Chorus: Street Smartz
You when you hear this s*** 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 m*********** 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...
s***, I swore on my father's grave
I make slaves of n***** 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 s*** and I don't know which way to go
But these scriptures are sculptures, to prove to dead rappers
Words hover above like vultures
Vipers. I write the type of s*** to make n***** 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]
n***** you better watch your back
It takes concentration and confrontation
So f*** conversating and contemplating
Arms I'm braking, spinning babble well, like a carousel
cause new MC's parallel, especially when I have an L
These raps is meant to fear yo I'm a 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 c***-a-mamey cause n***** on my block is crazy
Talkin that rap s***, you couldn't even rock a baby
b**** I went out and bought a rifle (why?)
cause F is more than trifle
I'm sorta psycho like a r***** on a motorcycle
My mind changes when the time changes
An MC that ain't saying s*** might as well be rappin in sign language
I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye
Start stompin guys, have em screaming, "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