Street Smartz, F.T., O.C., Pharoahe Monch - Metal Thangz (Street Smartz ‎– Problemz / Metal Thangz) lyrics

Yo unfold remarkable soul, cold-blooded
Bleeding
Icicles equivalent to North Pole, roll
El-Producto style, Buddha mindstate
But I don’t
Smoke weed to proceed follow my lead
I Rockwell when "Somebody’s Watching Me
" rhymes fine
Like Denzel, having shorties all jocking 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 fit's you ain’t worth
What OC hold, dick made of gold soul-
-controller, ruler of my dest’
All eyes on me
Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D’s rest
Assured, when I be on the mic, war
Holding the goods
Like you buying in the surplus store you see?
I brought it down a notch
So you could understand O
I’m smooth like a harp
You nothing but a banjo
Advance yo’ tech-nine style? That
Shit is played out
Run into the likes of a Mongo Slade uh!
Fallout, the general be on command now
At the quarter of the century, I’m the man
Child fuc That
Abbreviated FT, soon to come, bust off
We bust back, strapped, ready for war what?!

Yo, when you
Hear this shit, I bet your head’ll swing
(What?) ‘cause this a ghetto thing
Where we pack metal thangz
Just to settle thangz

Get your motherfucking orders of protection
Emcees? No question
See, I was raised in an ill drug section
And it persuaded my poetical selections to be
Hardcore
Shit, I swore on my father’s grave I’d
Make slaves of niggas 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 niggas who
Think 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 this shit
And I don’t know which way to go
But these scriptures are sculptures
For crews of dead rappers
The words hover above like vultures
Vipers, I write the type of
Shit to make niggas
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) , filling in the atmosphere
Like cannabis, and if it’s activating me
Believe I’m captivating heat plus
I’m decapitating three emcees
With my axe like thoraxes
Practice, allows me to receive
Information like faxes what?!

Yo, when you
Hear this shit, I bet your head’ll swing
(What?) ‘cause this a ghetto thing
Where we pack metal thangz
Just to settle thangz

Niggas, you better watch your back it takes
Concentration and confrontation
So fuck conversating and contemplating
Arms I’m breaking
Spin a barrel wild like a carousel
‘Cause no emcees parallel
Especially when I have an L
These raps is meant to fear, yo
I’ma rip this sentence here
My comprehension scares to leave
You in intensive care
Check my credentials with pen
And pencils on instrumentals
I’ll make your mental experimental
Don’t be acting cockamamie
‘cause niggas on my block is crazy
Talking that rap shit
You couldn’t even rock a baby
Bitch, I went out and bought a rifle
(Why?) ‘cause F is more than trifle
I’m sorta psycho like a
Retard on a motorcycle
My mind changes when the time changes
An emcee that ain’t saying shit might as
Well be rapping in sign language
I get darkened eyes when I spark the lye
Start stomping guys, have ‘em screaming
"Let’s compromise!" and love a fly brawl
So why stall? Keep looking at me
I’ma spray some Lysol in your eyeball, nigga

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Yo, when you
Hear this shit, I bet your head’ll swing
(What?) ‘cause this a ghetto thing
Where we pack metal thangz
Just to settle thangz