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[Streetlife]
I Silver Surf the city circuits, forever lurkin
on the street surface, I spit blood for blood
verses
Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in
I know you're listenin, so I keep showin and
provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to
take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the
streets of New York
I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (FED
UP!)
Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep
your eyes up
Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!)
Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a
clipful
from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the
loose change
[Method Man]
Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all
I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live
out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin
changed
Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin
pain
[Streetlife]
Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic
check
[Method Man]
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin down
Yo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no
survival
you goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposal
came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your
teeth in
[Streetlife]
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin
in the same lake
Eatin off the same cake you blowface
[Method Man]
Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin
crook
Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the
world turn
Nigga burn, once again the supersperm
Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time
took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
who stand criticized, by his un-A*Alike-ness
Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on
my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin
fast
in this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder
It's road rad, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder
(motherfucker)
[Streetlife]
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't
hear me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker
blow
Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow
Keep it live from the intro until the outro
Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic
check
[Method Man]
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin down
[Streetlife]
My dick! (My dick!)
I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the
outcome
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
Forty-five bar seminar ghetto rap star
Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir
Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your
rap awards
Commercial cats, fuckin up the game, that's why I
crash boards
Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin
yours
Hardcore, somethin that my street niggaz is dyin
for
[Method Man]
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we know things, say no more
Check my Dogs at the Resevoir, gourmet special of
the day
is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play, John Jay back around
the way
Fish filet, Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch
Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the PJ
to cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on
Hook rhymes that's be-yond, your thinkin, for
eons
I been here, to shine on the black mind
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy
nigga
Ragtime, bad sign, flatline..
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