Street Superstar

(الألبوم: Soul On Ice 2 - 2019)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

In the foreign or the old school (Old school)
Sipping champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers
Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)
I know you know who we are (Who we are)
Certified street superstar (Superstar)

Yeah
Brand new CLS with my C.L.S.
Cute little scumbag, when she undress
Always keep my dick hard like Cialis (Blood bitch)
Active red-rag, call her PMS
Hood, platinum, I be, legendary emcee
Smoke tree, 115 in CDC
Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP
Whip six cops, homies said he "3 OG"
Shit I'm cool, Coolio, groupies at the studio
Gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough
Yo, yo, su-su-sudio
Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro
Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick (Haha)
Hey, I'm Americanized, I'm a dipshit
And I flip shit like juggling turds
I roll with God-body, felons, muggles & nerds
Insider or outcast, we just crumbling herb
The judge break you off a piece like hor d'oeuvre
My silver fur on the curb, watch and observe
You cowards criticize in a blurb from Ivory Towers
Drinking the golden showers, ugh

In the foreign or the old school (Old school)
Sipping champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers
Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)
I know you know who we are (Who we are)
Certified street superstar (Superstar)

1520 Sedgwick Avenue, the South Bronx
Got South central in the south of France
Croissant & poisson, like Jesus multiplied it
Don't hide it, divide it, Fish & Chip we reunited
Break bread with me
Life hacks, talk Ted with me
Scratch a lotto in the alley
Don't be scared Ricky
Sawed-off gauge to back, I spit like that
Foaming at the mouth like draft on tap
I commit the black-on-black, I gets down
No match, Soulja Boy, Chris Brown
And shawty said the beat was like molly
Then sniffed half a gram off a Salvador Dali
I said, "Goddamn!"
Shit, ain't no more "Illuminati"
The name always changes to the uninitiated
My heart pump the blood of Abraham and Sarah
Black man in the mirror be the Black Pantera
The cap Carolina, New Era
Welcome to the Terror Dome, carats like he went to Jared
I'll chop your arm off, you wear your heart on your sleeve
See, they begged me to come, security asked me to leave
Fuck outta here

In the foreign or the old school (Old school)
Sipping champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers
Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)
I know you know who we are (Who we are)
Certified street superstar (Superstar)
Certified street superstar