KRS-One, True Master, Cappadonna - Street Rhymer lyrics
[KRS-One, True Master, Cappadonna - Street Rhymer lyrics]
But, I can't go easy on 'em man
I can't go easy on 'em, hahahah
I might've went lighter but they all biters
I'm a freestyler and a writer, they neither
They can't face this tiger, I'm nicer
Brighter, tiger
These cats hiding out like al-Qaeda
I got these clubs locked down like Elmira
You rap minors are whiners
You rap like vaginas
I take it back to sixty-niners
Black low-top with three stripes
On the side sir
I'm the truth for these liars
They try to downplay my
Legacy like Public Enemy
But, I'm a Street Rhymer in superposition
There's like ten of me and all of 'em dissing
In the past, present and future position
You need to listen
When Kris is in you getting christened
I'm on a mission to
Preserve what I'm spitting
I was written and if I'm freestyling
Wires hidden
Stop fishing for beef, you all chicken
You turkeys need a tomato so
Let us start spitting
"Street Rhymer in superposition" - 4X
Tribe of Shabazz, cocoa and hash
Persian Don' Don'
Lean back and we chilling with jag
Baby what's up? Boots Gore Tex
Jeans munched up good with the six pack
Stomach is crunched up
Hula hoop New York, swing around, take loot
Niggas got guns but they scared to shoot
Cops chase 'em in the building
They run to the roof
We in the projects, put the window down
Park the coupe
Ring around the Rosie, spark the snoot
Eyes all red like you was hiding truth
True Master swing beats
Sword cut your roots off
Hit y'all with lectures
Y'all mind was too soft
Villains for life, New York, Stat' and Africa
Walk slow, yo the Feds always after ya
Keep a cellphone that's able to take flicks
Just in case the po'-po' hit
You with they sticks
"Street Rhymer in superposition"
I can't go easy on 'em, hahahah
I might've went lighter but they all biters
I'm a freestyler and a writer, they neither
They can't face this tiger, I'm nicer
Brighter, tiger
These cats hiding out like al-Qaeda
I got these clubs locked down like Elmira
You rap minors are whiners
You rap like vaginas
I take it back to sixty-niners
Black low-top with three stripes
On the side sir
I'm the truth for these liars
They try to downplay my
Legacy like Public Enemy
But, I'm a Street Rhymer in superposition
There's like ten of me and all of 'em dissing
In the past, present and future position
You need to listen
When Kris is in you getting christened
I'm on a mission to
Preserve what I'm spitting
I was written and if I'm freestyling
Wires hidden
Stop fishing for beef, you all chicken
You turkeys need a tomato so
Let us start spitting
"Street Rhymer in superposition" - 4X
Tribe of Shabazz, cocoa and hash
Persian Don' Don'
Lean back and we chilling with jag
Baby what's up? Boots Gore Tex
Jeans munched up good with the six pack
Stomach is crunched up
Hula hoop New York, swing around, take loot
Niggas got guns but they scared to shoot
Cops chase 'em in the building
They run to the roof
We in the projects, put the window down
Park the coupe
Ring around the Rosie, spark the snoot
Eyes all red like you was hiding truth
True Master swing beats
Sword cut your roots off
Hit y'all with lectures
Y'all mind was too soft
Villains for life, New York, Stat' and Africa
Walk slow, yo the Feds always after ya
Keep a cellphone that's able to take flicks
Just in case the po'-po' hit
You with they sticks
"Street Rhymer in superposition"