This track's about my hood, and how I do. Based around my CD...This is just the intro, but it's still ill.
rap
horrorcore
illness
craziness
psychotic
dirty raps
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Story behind the song
Shit every album needs an intro...
Lyrics
Chorus -
Keep ya head down an' show-respect/
Don't make me wanna blow-the-Tec//
The Streets of Rage be-no-joke/
Put an end to yo' shit like a free-flow-choke//
Cross paths with me on these dirty Streets-of-Rage/
I'll peel ya cap back an' leave-ya-blazed/
Murkin' bitches is my job an' I need-a-raise//
Even during day there's no sunlight/
At any moment the block breaks out in gun-fights/
Cuz there's 8 split personalities and only one-mic//
No cops just hookers, pimps 'n drug-dealers/
Wait don't forget the crack cookers,-gimps-an'-slug-spillers//
We all in one big position ta visit bitches flippin' scripts 'n kickin'/
Rippin' slick-when we strippin' kids of cash-'n-kicks/
Roll ya soldias up wit' massive-clips//
The blocks on fire an' I'm the one who-started-it/
You-departed-quick when my dudes-sparked-the-clip/
Rude,-aren't-we-bitch/
Got cash cuz we flew-apartments-quick wit' new-garments-stitched to-ya-mouth-whaaat/
Flipped the switch BITCH blew-ya-house-up/
Left you crispy, baked an' nude,-crouched-up//
Fuck a building complex my only project is to pop-Tec's/
Holdin' Glocks-YES bigger than the fuckin' Loc-Ness//
Here in these streets you be deceased, bitch please you can't hold-your-own/
I'll smoke you faster than a Toberone//
Chorus -
Keep ya head down an' show-respect/
Don't make me wanna blow-the-Tec//
The Streets of Rage be-no-joke/
Put an end to yo' shit like a free-flow-choke//
You get fucked up directly on-the-spot/
I'm no dermotologist but I'll still pop-ya-knot//
Take a shot from the bottle then-the-gat/
You cats-get deminished-fast trapped-in caskets exaspin' like the fat-tricks-you-are/
I'm the lyrical ninja, in-the track ta do back-flips-through-bars//
You chumps get layed-out-like-bricks-do/
Str8 blazed-down-by-clips-WOOOO//
Now I'm done-with-this-prick/
Time to figure out yo' punishment-bitch/
You know I'm already runnin'-this-shit/
Gunnin'-ya-clique commited to genocide/
Kill the groom bloomin' soon in the front of the pack rappin' then kill-the-bride//
Chorus -
Keep ya head down an' show-respect/
Don't make me wanna blow-the-Tec//
The Streets of Rage be-no-joke/
Put an end to yo' shit like a free-flow-choke//