Streets
Black Thought, Tish Hyman
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Yeah, that shit hard I said my cranium is vibranium My brain is uranium and titanium Forty fives, who aimin' 'em? Organize the stadium, tell 'em, "take cover" I warned you not to play wit' 'em Them borderline war crimes, you got away wit' 'em Who came to save the day and brought the K wit' 'em? Tariq the people's champ from the equal team Tryna keep it clean 'long as all my people Saladin I been in the music scene long as make they salaries Still accumulatin' calories Demonstratin' how to breathe, Senegalese, Genovese I been a reason to freeze, 'Riq Geez In a league of own, gettin' cheese I will hurt Hercules, I will merc most MCs I'm the last one to show up, the first one to leave the crime scene The obvs seen, Salam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme The stick to the grind G, the hell with the hygiene It's a dirty bomb, word to seven thirty time Disaster level nine eleven meets the level nine Catastrophe beyond incredible, I redefine The seventh sign, fast or scary, a mass hysteria from the mask In Syria to middle America school cafeterias and cul-de-sacs I told you that the boss is back, know what I'm sayin'? In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time Yo, omertà code meets the Hippocratic oath Observin' his whole circus from a diplomatic post My word and his whole purpose, a cinematic scope The Earth and its whole surface, I consider that his toast Savers, Sammy Davis, Bellafante, Quincy Jones Mahatma Gandhi, James Bar with Jesse Owens Runnin' from a cop car, me and Akbar I changed from a rock boy to a rock star Hijacked the elevator to the top floor I'm takin' everything that's left like a southpaw Crash and burn alert through osmosis And watch the word spread like Tuberculosis I took a snapshot but it hurt to post it I had a Black Thought and they called it wokeness Overdoses, water bugs and roaches Forty cals and holsters, all halal and kosher Twenty thousand jokers, one ain't playin' I'm called Brown, Manchild in the Promised Land In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time
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Written by: Tariq Trotter, Tish Hyman
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