Yeah, I'm that oh shit feeling, when the state trooper caught you
Swing the iron flail and assault you, leaking in a filthy pool, plasma, blood
Sweat and urine, the parents with their kids, got their heads turning
It's not a happy world, so I'm letting off the lava
I'm on the 50th floor in the tower of Druaga, brain-froze feeling
Dizzy from the Dunkin' Coolatta, hella Java, I'm feeling like Prince T'Challa
Super vibrant, I come with the best of both worlds, Wakanda and Talokan
Powerful, living underwater like Ku'kulkan, these new, meatheads be around here
Sparking, they don't know hip hop when the bars is larger
Royalties, gimme more ass than Ms. Parker, speaking of ass, these ass rappers
They get grilled, like a pepper steak at UNO, my whole soul and a mic, dominant duo
I put testers in their own tears, tapping from the Scorpion Deathlock
They fishy like, unwanted sluts in sex shops
Jay still the most hated, I'm spitting for the kids suffering from Apraxia
Autism and they ADHD, here comes the grizzly bear with rabies
The vibe is disgusting, like you chase old ladies
Asking for they OF, they bout' 80, every time I leave the crib, it's like Navy
Iron motherf*cking Fist, that boy crazy, I'ma be the best on them unborn babies
On my cloud ten, dream float, no chasing, yet still come with revenge
James Brown in the Bentley, strength of Zelensky
Fighting ten Russians, throwing' Molotov cocktails
Setting booby traps, Rambo, leave you impaled
COVID variants, in smoke bombs, watch you inhale
Gasp for that freshness, Buffalo Soldier
With the moves, moving tactic, catch you coming at me, by my skin
Get your ass kicked, breakdance fighter
Handstands kicking Capoeira, don't stop till I get tired
Put in hella work, till' the boss wanna fire
Bitch i'm still good, crab meat in my lasagna
Oven on 450, all weed infused, out of pocket laughing at rapes
On CBS News
Enough jokes cause I'm back on my war shit
And most you doubting niggas is targets, braided with the bandanna
Tatted, fit like Lance Archer
Kick you out my ring, this is Sparta
Rock the white cocaine bear, jacket it if I be hawking
Cousins still outside with the AR sparking, Jay Blaze flaming shit
And I'm lit like arson, got a blonde with a superpower
Like Brie Larson, we drawin' like magic markers
I'm Burt Reynolds, big machines, like Sharky's
Niggas! Merk stay merking shit
My boy lowkii in here, lowkii stay low, we got these niggas
Streets of our Rage
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Yeah, I'm that oh shit feeling, when the state trooper caught you
Swing the iron flail and assault you, leaking in a filthy pool, plasma, blood
Sweat and urine, the parents with their kids, got their heads turning
It's not a happy world, so I'm letting off the lava
I'm on the 50th floor in the tower of Druaga, brain-froze feeling
Dizzy from the Dunkin' Coolatta, hella Java, I'm feeling like Prince T'Challa
Super vibrant, I come with the best of both worlds, Wakanda and Talokan
Powerful, living underwater like Ku'kulkan, these new, meatheads be around here
Sparking, they don't know hip hop when the bars is larger
Royalties, gimme more ass than Ms. Parker, speaking of ass, these ass rappers
They get grilled, like a pepper steak at UNO, my whole soul and a mic, dominant duo
I put testers in their own tears, tapping from the Scorpion Deathlock
They fishy like, unwanted sluts in sex shops
Jay still the most hated, I'm spitting for the kids suffering from Apraxia
Autism and they ADHD, here comes the grizzly bear with rabies
The vibe is disgusting, like you chase old ladies
Asking for they OF, they bout' 80, every time I leave the crib, it's like Navy
Iron motherf*cking Fist, that boy crazy, I'ma be the best on them unborn babies
On my cloud ten, dream float, no chasing, yet still come with revenge
James Brown in the Bentley, strength of Zelensky
Fighting ten Russians, throwing' Molotov cocktails
Setting booby traps, Rambo, leave you impaled
COVID variants, in smoke bombs, watch you inhale
Gasp for that freshness, Buffalo Soldier
With the moves, moving tactic, catch you coming at me, by my skin
Get your ass kicked, breakdance fighter
Handstands kicking Capoeira, don't stop till I get tired
Put in hella work, till' the boss wanna fire
Bitch i'm still good, crab meat in my lasagna
Oven on 450, all weed infused, out of pocket laughing at rapes
On CBS News
Enough jokes cause I'm back on my war shit
And most you doubting niggas is targets, braided with the bandanna
Tatted, fit like Lance Archer
Kick you out my ring, this is Sparta
Rock the white cocaine bear, jacket it if I be hawking
Cousins still outside with the AR sparking, Jay Blaze flaming shit
And I'm lit like arson, got a blonde with a superpower
Like Brie Larson, we drawin' like magic markers
I'm Burt Reynolds, big machines, like Sharky's
Niggas! Merk stay merking shit
My boy lowkii in here, lowkii stay low, we got these niggas
Streets of our Rage
Swing the iron flail and assault you, leaking in a filthy pool, plasma, blood
Sweat and urine, the parents with their kids, got their heads turning
It's not a happy world, so I'm letting off the lava
I'm on the 50th floor in the tower of Druaga, brain-froze feeling
Dizzy from the Dunkin' Coolatta, hella Java, I'm feeling like Prince T'Challa
Super vibrant, I come with the best of both worlds, Wakanda and Talokan
Powerful, living underwater like Ku'kulkan, these new, meatheads be around here
Sparking, they don't know hip hop when the bars is larger
Royalties, gimme more ass than Ms. Parker, speaking of ass, these ass rappers
They get grilled, like a pepper steak at UNO, my whole soul and a mic, dominant duo
I put testers in their own tears, tapping from the Scorpion Deathlock
They fishy like, unwanted sluts in sex shops
Jay still the most hated, I'm spitting for the kids suffering from Apraxia
Autism and they ADHD, here comes the grizzly bear with rabies
The vibe is disgusting, like you chase old ladies
Asking for they OF, they bout' 80, every time I leave the crib, it's like Navy
Iron motherf*cking Fist, that boy crazy, I'ma be the best on them unborn babies
On my cloud ten, dream float, no chasing, yet still come with revenge
James Brown in the Bentley, strength of Zelensky
Fighting ten Russians, throwing' Molotov cocktails
Setting booby traps, Rambo, leave you impaled
COVID variants, in smoke bombs, watch you inhale
Gasp for that freshness, Buffalo Soldier
With the moves, moving tactic, catch you coming at me, by my skin
Get your ass kicked, breakdance fighter
Handstands kicking Capoeira, don't stop till I get tired
Put in hella work, till' the boss wanna fire
Bitch i'm still good, crab meat in my lasagna
Oven on 450, all weed infused, out of pocket laughing at rapes
On CBS News
Enough jokes cause I'm back on my war shit
And most you doubting niggas is targets, braided with the bandanna
Tatted, fit like Lance Archer
Kick you out my ring, this is Sparta
Rock the white cocaine bear, jacket it if I be hawking
Cousins still outside with the AR sparking, Jay Blaze flaming shit
And I'm lit like arson, got a blonde with a superpower
Like Brie Larson, we drawin' like magic markers
I'm Burt Reynolds, big machines, like Sharky's
Niggas! Merk stay merking shit
My boy lowkii in here, lowkii stay low, we got these niggas
Streets of our Rage
Writer: John Holmes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid