Lyrics:
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
I sing of the swift and mysterious style
Of Billy the kid and of Oscar the wild
Upstarts and outlaws and lords of the night
With destinies dark
Angelic Upstarts said, what a fucking shower
Pressure, repression
My opinion about such a question's that we must unite
To generate opposition
Behind
down police dudes say keep it peaceful
These run down streets is cruel and you people are lethal
Crowd shouting vitriolic rhythms that they sing to
This
[Originally by Angelic Upstarts]
I just cant take much more of this oppression
I'm going out of my head and its losing that impression
I'm gonna go
and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
What's that noise, In the night the most sentuent voice,
the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
and this is what he said,
I am gopher
and just smiled back at me
Ɔse this kid,you are so funny
Som gye thousand cedis
(Chaii)
I was so blessed
Angelic currency paa
Ɛnyɛ Ghana cedis (err)
He
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
the
Streets I lost my dad to
As a kid, Meek became acquainted with
Another of his dad's brothers
A pioneering local DJ known as Grandmaster
Nell if you were
the street, just kids in the street
Remember when we
We used to laugh, we used to cry
Live and die by the forty five
Take me back, I'll go there
Who
before succeeding"
And he was bullied as a kid
He can take a beating
Now the bullies live at home
In their parent's garage
That's what I call failure
I'm thinking 'bout
Girls on white horses with angelic voices
They're luring me in with their song
(Oh-ohh-oh)
Oh, what could go wrong
Soft
the best days of our lives
I noticed why
A bunch of genius minds
Backed by a brotherhood and a bond
Shout out my brother Bryant
I love you for your kindness
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
Millionaire feat, whole family eat
Yo, y'all niggas is weak
Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
Kids
to live
Maybe it's a dream, it's a dream (Yeah)
It's not what it seems, what it seems (Yeah)
It's my imagination ('Nation, uh)
'Cause I'm a freak of nature
upstarts in the highest place
And good men with faces erased
Bound and shackled in obscurity
I've seen chaos parading in the streets
Legitimized by
a about to flip, by just gotta know about
The shakin' street, it's got that beat
Shakin' Street, where all the kids meet
Shakin' street, it's got that
they don’t want no smoke
Man they’ll choke
Streets not safe, we about to go mad
JB gon get these all rappers here stressed
Zero one five, that what I rep
Nobody’s perfect, you’re a kid
Momma told you, you gon’ get it, now you got it, such a bliss
Melanin within your skin
Angelic thoughts within your brain
early like the population of Nazareth
I'm set in stone like those old emerald tablets
To live long and outshine the wrath of madness
It's like that kid
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