The Streets

Текст песни Everthe8 feat Bmb Spacekid - The Streets

(Check, check, check)
Uh-uh, yeah
Hey

I can tell I know the drill like the back of my hand, uh, yeah
Mindset of the chess master
Mic check, better step backwards
Tape deck and two jacks like two blasters
Flow's too nasty, blues, jazz like new jack swing
Two tags, fuck Blue 12 and Fugazi (who said this?)
ACAB, time has come, bitch no mercy
Wu-Tang and yellow bat on on my black jersey
I got bars, and I got verses, hit the rec' and I'm taking off

This shit's floating, shit's smoking (smoking), yeah
Fat bass, back in basics (uh), hop in the big spaceship
Black hat and white kicks, I'm too wavy
Boom-bap, you're rookie, I'm old player
One take like "aye-ooh", I rhyme cool
Make bitch say "I need Kool-Aid"
Fake acts have no clue how to drip like Ric Flair
Saint-P and U-city, crème brûlée, boo-yeah
Uh, turn up on this type of tunes
Bitch, swears shit

I got fuel in my blood, groove in my blood
Truth, I got juice in my blood
Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks
Bass 'round the clock, yeah, bet this shit slaps
Yeah, this is rap, who let your ass on the stage?
Fuel in my blood, groove in my blood
Truth, I got juice in my blood
Jazz, funk, blues from my blocks
Bass 'round the clock, yeah, bet this shit slaps
Yeah, this is rap, who let your ass on the stage? Uh, check

(Woo!)