Street Smartz

(feat. O.C., Pharoahe Monch)
[O.C.]
Yo, unfold remarkable soul, cold-blooded
bleedin icicles, equivalent to North Pole
Roll El-Producto style, buddha mindstate
but I dont smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead
I Rock-well when Somebodys Watchin Me, rhymes fine
like Denzel, havin shorties all jockin me
My poetry paintin pictures, call me Picasso
Not so fast, put your microphone back in the stash
When Im through foes with hoes, take what fits
You aint worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold
Soul controller, ruler of my dest, all eyes on me
like a pair of thirty-eight double-Ds, rest assured
When I be on the mic, WAR, holdin the goods
like you buyin in the surplus store
You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O
Im smooth like a harp you, nothin but a banjo
So advance yo tech-nine style, flipped off
Run into the likes of a Mongol slave
Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now
At the corner of the century, Im the enchanted child
Fuck That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off
we bust back strapped ready for war
[Chorus: Street Smartz]
You when you hear this shit I bet your headll swing
cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz
just to settle thangz
[x2]
[Pharoahe Monch]
Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MCs no question
See I was raised in the ill drug section
and that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore...
shit, I swore on my fathers grave
I make slaves of niggaz who played brave
I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement
and my basements an arrangement of different torture devices
that slices, the first emcee who thinks they are the nicest
My advice is to you, think twice
The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ I am the Pharoahe
The road Im on is kind of narrow
Plus theres a fork in the shit and I dont know which way to go
But these scriptures are sculptures, to prove to dead rappers
Words hover above like vultures
I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots
from the hate that white invited
Sinister, when its the time to, finish the rhyme
watch the, minister climb up up, fillin in the atmosphere
like canibus and if its activatin me believe Im captivatin heat
plus Im decapitatin three MCs with my axe like thoraxes
Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what..
[Chorus]
[Street Smartz]
Niggaz you better watch your back
It takes concentration and confrontation
So fuck conversatin and contemplatin
Arms Im brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel
cause new MCs babble now especially when I have an L
These raps is meant to fear yo Ima rip this sentence here
My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care
Check my credentials, with pen and pencils, or instrumentals
I make your mental, experimental
Dont be actin cock-a-mamey cause niggaz on my block is crazy
Talkin that rap shit, you couldnt even rock a baby
Bitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?)
cause thats just more than trifle
Im sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle
My mind changes when the time changes
An MC that aint sayin shit might as well be rappin in sign language
I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye
Start stompin guys, have em screamin, "Lets compromise!"
And love a fly brawl so why stall
Keep lookin at me Ima spray some Lysol in your eyeball...
Street Smartz... affiliation
[Chorus x2]
[ Metal Thangz Lyrics ]