MANKIND (rap), Charles Hamilton, Gigi BeMe - Streets of Rage lyrics

How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we
Supposed to behave?! Huh?!
How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we supposed
To behave?! Streets of rage
Listening to what the preacher say
On a ledge, take a leap of faith
Meet your fate
While these young boys move thеm
Things and got these
Old heads prеaching game huh!

Don’t push me i’m hanging off the ledge
With Satan offering up a gorgeous spread
Cutlery made of sugar
You can even eat the plates
Across the table, look a demon in his face
Leaning off a grape drink
Huh! Screaming at his waitress
Slaps her on her ass
As she passes like it ain’t
Shit brimstone and fire
Burn, you catch contact and blast off like
A spaceship on a launch pad
Heathens on that three-sixes
In the Streets of Rage like
"Either believe what you’re told
Or you’ll meet your fate" Face-first into
A plate of pasta, pizza-face
All that for ’s sake
You ain’t a mobster, you ain’t a Phantom
This ain’t the Opera
Don’t take the bait just ‘cause
They made the offer
Kreayshawn signing K-Dot? That’s
Straight bonkers
Watch ‘em while they conquer and
Take what they want
And try to place blame on
Ways that they fostered
Foster child jumping a turnstile, shot by
A hostile overseer
Rothschild for the feature
Cuban in a Cold War, Moscow
Causing fever streets of Rage
You get arrested trying to feed the poor
You get harassed for trying to lead the blind
Stevie Wonder see the signs, Wonder Twins
Wonder why Black Lives Matter is
What it is it’s ‘cause
They’re killing us and we wanna live huh!

How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we
Supposed to behave?! Huh?!
How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we supposed
To behave?! Streets of rage
Listening to what the preacher say
On a ledge, take a leap of faith
Meet your fate
While these young boys move them
Things and got these
Old heads preaching game huh!

Should I follow the Ten Commandments
Or the Yellow-Brick Road? Streets paved with
Goldust, Dusty Rhodes Scholars, no diplomas
Burning Martin art at the MoMA so much for
Diplomacy the little homies raised on Dipset
Ready to Just Blaze
Feeling justified ‘cause niggas
Was just slaves ain’t too much different now
Niggas is just paid
Trying to reach the end of the stage
And just save yeah, we’re playing for keeps
Rollerblades skating on your teeth
You need a dentist you’re feeling weak
Week, Seven-Day Adventist
Seven-pointed star in the distance guard your
Position, Power Forward
March Front and Center
Neverending Story, "Circle of Life
" becoming Simba
Enter the Dragon, dragging on a spliff
Proving time traveling exists
It’s existential
Exorcising demons, battling a Sith
Uber heroes asking for a Lyft
Ascended into Heaven
Shit, we never listen to the reverend
I guess Reverend Run’s the exception shit
We only
Run in one direction, sons of the morning
Made in the AM, up all night
Ready for mayhem
May the odds ever be in your favor
Praise God for defeating your haters
In the Streets of Rage

How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we
Supposed to behave?! Huh?!
How the fuck are we supposed to behave?!
How the fuck are we supposed
To behave?! Streets of rage
Listening to what the preacher say
On a ledge, take a leap of faith
Meet your fate
While these young boys move them
Things and got these
Old heads preaching game huh!