University Of The Streets

(álbum: Underrated - 2019)

Mhm
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh huh

Mainstream America don't know that I'm nice
But they respect me for the love that I show to my wife
If they was stepping to the mall when I'm holding my mic
They would see I keep a dead body over my ice
Those who follow true hip-hop know I'm precise
So they salute the general when I throw on my stripes
They respect the substance within the flow that I write
But they download it for free when they go on them sites
So they didn't buy the album, I show 'em the light
I guess ten dollars was too much when I told 'em my price
I'm a psychotic, bionic, applied knowledge
University of the Streets, my college
Diabolic calisthenics, type brolic
That LV in my pocket, fly wallet
Sawed-off twelve gauge, I got it
That shotgun make your car jump like hydraulics
Bed-Stuy's hottest, make movies, biopic
Pop your eyeballs right out of your eye sockets
You won't take the shot, you chump, I shot it
You claim you would, but your wood is dry rotted

The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound
Let me tell 'em this
I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner
'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon
America is more so a colonial power than they
Because she is a hypocritical colonial power behind it

What does your fanbase consist of?
Kids who use prescription drugs?
Older men following young girls in the strip clubs?
Rappers claiming they gang members just to get buzz
Gang members claiming they rappers just to get love
Y'all confusing the audience, y'all got it mixed up
You the lil' homie, my nigga, you ain't the big Blood
You ain't speak against this shit? Hypocrite thug
The only time you open your mouth is when you dick suck
Anybody hear me? Does anybody hear me?
These rappers can't see me, they legally blind, barely
I was in my prayers talking to God hoping he hear me
While you sitting on your iPhone talking to Siri
I'm feeling kinda leery, the Devil must near me
Yellow-bellied sap suckers, you bird niggas, canaries
I do this for my granny, my mammy, and aunt Mary
We all one family, they handled us unfairly
They so not manly, cowards who pop Xanis
You do not scare me, so you should not dare me
I'll leave your cries teary, screaming out, "Why can't we
All just get along?" You softer than cotton candy

The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound
Let me tell 'em this
I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner
'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon
America is more so a colonial power than they
Because she is a hypocritical colonial power behind it