Streetlife, Inspectah Deck, Carlton Fisk - A Star is Born lyrics

Do this, do this damn thing, yo
Ohhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for this
Word, cock back that shit, yeah, greatness
Ohhhh, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

This is rap bizarre
Another star in the making
Took lot's of patience, deep concentration
Sat back, analyze your MC's mistakes and
Realize most of y'all rap cats is fakin'
Like y'all is serial killers
And ain't murderin' nathan
Funk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotation
Place your bet, whose the next rap sensation?
Mobilize, regulate, a whole generation
Fuck what ya heard, this is Street Education
Pluckin' at your nerve
Like a stab wound patient
I speak blatant, styles still flagrant
Catch me on Rap City
Loungin' in the basement
Style, still gritty, double dart agent
I master the art, check my rap pages
They stab you in the back
Who that? Smiling faces
That's why, I carry the gat in foreign places

Rap bizarre, another star in the making (Ohh)
Keep faking, get your seat taken (Ohh)

Yo, inhale this paraphanel', dart from jail
It's PLO, see me up north in your cell
Plug your cherry rich Glock in hell
Find your way out
Tunnel vision like we emburk
Fight my way out niggas can't stop me
Five seven seven tips probably
Serving me, enter my building lobby
Police recording me, yo, I got ID
So on point
Pass you a holder with three felonies
Verrazano, horizontal move
First that gave him rules
Niggas can't fuck with PLO, for real
All that shit sound slick
But let's be for real
You a faggot life nigga
That just caught a birth
I'm the raw suspect that'll tuck your eighth
Pistol whip you in the face
Make you crack the safe
Man, you can front all you
Want on cd's and mixtapes
PLO style, niggas had to earn they name

Rap bizarre, another star in the making (Ohh)
Keep faking, get your seat taken (Ohh)

This is Shaolin, what? Niggas grab your nuts
Strut, rock to, what I conduct
After this verse, I might self destruct
Short fuse, overheating, blow the fuck up
Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck?
No disrespect, got a love jones for sluts
Big bag of dud, Deck, burn a Dutch
Fiends control your lust, look
But don't touch still Wu, keep the God-U
Tucked under the gut
Rap lust, my flow is spectaculaus
Niggas doubt my skill
Like I ain't real enough fuck what you feel
That's why you still baggin' up
It be those niggas you know
That be actin' up
That's why my attitude's corrupt and
Don't give a fuck
Fans rush the bus, to get star struck
I'm that same road, he's just loungin' in cut

Rap bizarre, another star in the making (Ohh)
Keep faking, get your seat taken (Ohh)
Rap bizarre, another star in the making (Ohh)
Keep faking, get your seat taken (Ohh)

Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size 7
Get ya shit taken on the spot
Rebel I (Word up, be on starter)
Wu Tang, Killa Beez nigga (Who request that?)
Forever (Word up, ohhhhh)
Yo, pass that bone (You know how we do)
(Word up, Killa Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin
Ohhhh)