Lyrics:
Can't buy love from the darkest of streets
Came by love in the hollow of beats
Nowhere is safe from harm
I gave up for your charm
The myth of love is
web I'm willingly led
A story to transcend a broken heart to mend
In the beat of the street our souls meet
A love so sweet in the digital heat
So I
Verse 1:
In the heart of the bustling street,
Where footsteps weave a hurried beat,
Neon lights paint the evening sky,
A thousand stories passing by
mistreat
I send her to the streets
Now I'm fucking on bitches tryna' heal what you beat
Then I snap
You whack
You gone just like that
Missing you alot feel
beat
Now she's still step-steppin' down my empty street
No down my empty street
To far to find an answer too close to see the truth
We all must fall
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
a rap sheet
I'm a legend in jail, and trap streets
You just beat a body and
You still trying to kill
They talking to a deaf man
Forty in my left hand
the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin'
With a Chevy by our side there's nothin' we can't do
Ford sucks get a Chevy feel the power in your hands
With that engine roaring you're the king of all
of motherfucking racists
Running the streets
This is America
Oh put your money where your mouth is
Put your money where your mouth is
This is America
We're
to Oh, gotta beat up and let them see you.
I'm glorified the streets like this, sweet because I remember I am no and it had to use the stove for the heat,
do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore like
every other inference
For instance, "Who wanna battle? On the real?
Choose your weapon, microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel"
I own a crown in all
freedom
I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers
I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer
He beat them cases, he beat them cases
You
I'm a beast
I can tell you scared lil kid you weren't built for the streets
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy
night
When Bun B and Tony T hit the streets
It's a sight, the diamonds are shinin
The street world spinnin' in a tie, mate
We never valet, we just
Nevada's chicken ranch - are a sign
Respect the profession
Don't let them walk the streets
Traffickers can't be beat without
Recourse for protection
We're
We are on the run
Driving down the street
Rock'n'Roll is dying
Flowing with the beat
Living on the road and
Sleeping in the car all day
We play our
I went out, with my friends
We were havin' us a good time
When to my surprise
The city lights
Opened my eyes
Got to make my move while I'm rollin' by
breathing
So serious with this, labeled a maniac
Murder any beat fed to me by the brainiac
Born street educated been graduated
New emcees are granulated,
the crew up tell em slide right down
Kool Aid in the freezer while the tykes run round
We'll be dancing in the streets till the lights go down
Ain't no other
I HAD COME UPON A STREET OVER LOOKING THE GANGES RIVER
BODIES FLOAT IN SHALLOW GRAVES THAT WERE LEFT IN MORNING SHIVERS
FILL THE STABLES, LIKE CATTLE
that comes completely cause it sure beats life on the ground
But the odds have grown,
Most songs are thrown up spit out,
Just for the streets
Victory's within our sight
In Berlin we set the vibes
Feet on pavement hear the beat
Mile by mile conquering fleet
Brandenburg Gate up ahead
Never stopping
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